#jaehyun writings

[hazyhae]

rose bud | jjh

stoner!fuckboy!jaehyun x fem!reader

summary: friday nights are party nights, and it's here that your feet always seem to lead you to your favorite stoner. you know the sweet words that leave jaehyun's mouth don't belong just to you, but something about him leaves you wanting more.

wc: ~9.2k 18+ mdni

cw: angst, eventual fluff, weed/alcohol use, sexual activity under the influence, multiple orgasms, fingering, protected pinv sex, nipple play, baby + pretty + angel as petnames, jaehyun calls reader "my girl" once, different positions, misunderstandings, jealousy, a lot of cursing, oral (receiving), reader borrows clothes from members, explicit sex descriptions, pining, jungwoo getting caught in the middle of everything

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you walk into the dimly lit house, music blaring through the speakers and deafening chatter ringing through your ears as your eyes scan for your target.

a vaguely familiar face pulls you to the side to take a shot, which you gladly join in for, but you leave it at one as you continue on. you’d so much rather be mind numbingly high than drunk, and there was one person you knew to go to for just that.

you make your way further into the house, eyes landing on a corner of the living room when you see him - the backwards hat nestled on top of dark hair and dimples you could spot from a mile away.

you scan his surroundings, relieved that his only company is johnny, a friend you know well. johnny’s eyes meet yours and crinkle in recognition.

“__!” he calls, beckoning you to come closer. johnny gives you a quick hug before excusing himself, leaving you with the one you had been wanting to see.

“jae,” you smile, holding your index finger and thumb up to your lips. “you know what i’m here for.”

he rolls his eyes playfully. “whatever happened to hi jaehyun, how are you?”

you laugh and take the seat next to him on the loveseat he’s currently occupying.

“hi, jaehyun how are you, do you have my weed?” you bat your eyelashes at him.

“that depends, pretty, are you gonna let me be the luckiest man in the world tonight?” he mirrors you, putting on your same innocent look while batting his eyelashes.

you lightly smack his arm while he throws his head back to let out a deep, hearty laugh. he pulls his pen out of his pocket and hands it to you.

“hold onto this for now baby, left the j’s in my car. meet me outside in 10?” you nod, taking a long hit from his pen as you watch him disappear into the crowd.

how long has it been now since you’ve had this routine with him? you think back to the very first time you met the man at one of these parties, the only setting you really get to see him in.

at a party many months prior, you decided that your energy for getting wasted wasn’t as good as it used to be, instead opting for a chiller alternative - getting high. your best friend of many years, mark, had started this connection.

“…i’ve got bad news, dude.” you were one drink in and itching to smoke, but a look of panic in mark’s eyes after fumbling through his pockets told you all you needed to know.

“mark, really?? i knew i should have just grabbed them myself..” mark had left the joints he rolled at his place, where you two had pregamed before the party. luckily for you, he also had a solution.

“dude, i know a guy who’s always got weed on him. trust,” he assured you, leading you to the porch out front where you saw a few people gathered. you could already smell the pungent scent of weed coming from the huddle, and you trusted that mark knew what he was doing.

“thought i saw you out here jae, could we join y’all for a bit?” mark asked after dapping up the one you assumed was “jae.”

“i mean i guess, only cause it’s you, mark,” the man said, turning his sights to you. “but i don’t mind if your plus one joins too?”

“this is __. we’re just friends, but appreciate it bro,” mark quickly clarified. jaehyun nodded in understanding.

“i’m jaehyun, nice to meet you, pretty.” taking in the sight in front of you, you were met with his deep brown eyes, perfectly messy black hair, and lovely dimples for the first time that night.

he was really attractive and just your type, and with this along with the affectionate name right off the bat, you knew you were a goner.

after joining their rotation and meeting some other friends in the circle, you fell into a comfortable mood, conversations and laughs flowing. you found out jaehyun and a couple of his friends rented the house where you all were at, letting it be a regular party grounds.

you’d known a couple of people lived at that house, but you’d only met johnny, another host and one of jaehyun’s roommates, so it was nice to meet the dimpled man.

as the night went on, you were still aware of the presence of the new man next to you, maybe too aware, but you knew somehow in the back of your mind you would be seeing a lot more of him. now that you know your regular party spot was his house, you hoped so.

and to your pleasant surprise, you did see him a lot more. the next couple of parties, he always somehow found you, inviting you to smoke with him even without mark. you usually had brought your own weed, but you’re never one to turn down a free smoke, especially when he was always the one to seek you out.

he always seemed to throw in a flirtatious remark or a pet name that had your stomach in flips whenever you spent your time smoking together. you acted like you didn’t mind, but your heart was beating out of your chest as you tried to keep your cool.

otherwise, conversations were always pleasant and comfortable with him, and you two just clicked.

at some point, you found yourself pocketing your own weed and going straight to jaehyun. you were getting more and more familiar with the butterflies in your stomach.

looking good, angel.

god, you hold your smoke like a champ, pretty.

i think i deserve a smooch for how good i rolled this for you, baby.

with each party, he got more and more bold, but never went beyond words. it sent a thrill through your being, making you crave his presence more and more. something about him infatuated you. you wanted to get to know him, to see if there was any room in him for you.

your curiosity was cut short as you quickly learned to dismiss his flirting as nothing more than playfulness once you learned more about him.

after all, it wasn’t a secret that jeong jaehyun was a player.

you had to learn this yourself by seeing him tangled with some random girl in front of your own eyes. the first time it happened, you remember how you stopped breathing for a second, the feeling of your stomach dropping far too uncomfortable.

you couldn’t stop your thoughts from spiraling. you didn’t even know him that well, didn’t even know him outside of the low lights, burning alcohol, and smoke clouds. how could you think you were special? you learned then and you know now, and as time helps, it hurts less.

you got yourself up to date. you’ve heard the rumors about him around the different friend circles, and even know a few girls he’s hooked up with. who were you kidding?

whenever it happened, you always turned on your heel, pulling out your own forgotten joints, pushing down the disappointed feeling in your heart by finding another friend or two to get high with. the next party would roll around and jaehyun would come find you as if you weren’t completely gone from his mind the last time you shared space.

all feelings of disdain for him would fade with the sound of his deep, hearty laughter, and everything would continue on with the addition of you swallowing your feelings. he just wasn’t someone you could let go.

it’s been a while since you’ve been met with the unpleasant sight of his hands on another, but it’s happened enough for you to know.

you know better than to expect something like that between you and jaehyun. if you could just keep the role of his smoking buddy to yourself, then you were content keeping things the way they are. it’s easier.

it’s nights like these, however, when jaehyun’s actions make it hard.

a warm jacket is dropped on your shoulders as you step onto the house porch, meeting your friend as promised. jaehyun’s looking at you with his deep brown eyes, pulling the jacket’s hood over your head.

“don’t know why you always somehow forget to wear something that won’t get you sick,” he says warmly with a hint of a teasing tone. he’s done this more than enough times for you not to argue.

“no jackets went with the fit.. thank you though,” you thank him as he pulls out his array of joints. he looks through them under the dim porch light when he picks out one holding it in front of your mouth to take.

“you’ll like this one,” he assures. weed is weed, so you don’t think twice.

you grasp the joint between your fingers, and jaehyun lights it as you inhale slightly, watching the paper glow. you take a deeper inhale, holding it a few seconds before blowing out smoke and passing it back to jaehyun.

it is a little different than usual. a slightly floral taste and smell invades your senses, almost a little perfume-y but not unpleasantly so.

“what did you put in there?” you question, trying to decipher from the smell.

he grins, handing it back to you.

“mixed in a liiitle bit of dried rose petals to the grinder. you like?” he asks, but he knew you would like it when he packed it.

“i do actually, what made you think of doing that?” you fall back into your usual conversation with him.

“just thought you’d like it, nothin much to it,” he replies, taking the joint from you to ash it. “kinda romantic though, no?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

you laugh, letting the high carry the weight of his words from your heart.

“yeah def, the ladies are gonna loove this one,” you joke, masking any bitterness.

he looks at you for a second, gaze seeming to soften before turning to relight the joint, rotating it a few times to make sure it was burning evenly.

“nah, you know i don’t smoke with them like that,” he holds up the joint for you to take a hit. you let him hold it as you inhale slightly, and he brings it back up to his own lips.

“that’s why i’ve got you, pretty,” he muses, taking another hit. you can’t bring yourself to come up with a smart response, heart pounding as you change the subject to something random.

you try not to lose yourself to your thoughts, but you feel yourself go into autopilot. your body keeps up with jaehyun’s conversation as your mind dwells on his previous words.

you’re special to him in some way, and you’ll take it even if it isn’t exactly the way you’d want.

you finish the joint, letting it fall to the pavement as you stomp out its embers.

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the next time you come around, it’s a special celebration - a birthday rager for jungwoo, one of jaehyun’s housemates and another host of the house parties. jungwoo’s regularly in jaehyun’s rotations, so you’ve gotten to know the puppy-like man pretty well. meaning he is comfortable enough to put you in your current predicament.

“__, please please take this shot with me, it’s literally my birthday.” you showed up a little later than usual to the party because of work, but a tipsy jungwoo somehow caught hold of you before you could even get anything in you.

you give in, taking the shot, but the birthday boy is relentless.

“you need to catch up, okay?!” he hands you another double shot, whining as you look at him incredulously. as much as you cared about your friend, you were itching to find jaehyun. jungwoo’s next words make that itch stop.

“stupid fucking jae, ditching me to go mess with some girl.. it’s literally my birthday..” jungwoo pouts, pouring another shot for himself as well.

you still for a second. it’s just another one of those days, you remind yourself. it’d honestly been so long since you’ve run into him messing around with some random girl that you’d thought he might have changed.

but he hasn’t, and you’re not gonna let that ruin your night. deciding to come out of drinking retirement for tonight, you place your hand on jungwoo’s shoulder. fuck it.

“bottoms up, birthday boy.”

jungwoo smiles big, clinking his cup against yours before the two of you down your shots, swallowing down your feelings along with the alcohol entering your system. a couple more friends join you, including mark, and you soon find yourself more drunk than you planned to be.

jungwoo was a convincing host, getting you, everyone around you, and himself absolutely sloshed.

after multiple rounds of shots, a few drinking games, and a body shot between jungwoo and a red-head whose name you can’t remember, you’re wasted.

you end up in some bathroom with jungwoo and a few others, jungwoo throwing up into the toilet as you all bring him water and care for him to the best of your drunk abilities.

you don’t know how, but you get tasked with taking the birthday boy up to his room. you aren’t sure where his roommates are, but you can assume what one of them is up to. it makes your stomach turn.

pushing the thought from your mind, you head up the stairs with your lanky friend draped around your shoulders, somehow making each step.

the red-head, who you eventually remembered as yuta (after he told you), let you know his room was the second door on the left. you stumble into the room, letting jungwoo topple on the bed.

“woo, let me borrow a shirt, you spilled your beer all over me earlier.” he hums, but looking at him he’s already wrapped in the blankets of the bed, starting to doze off.

you go into his closet, not caring and still drunk, swapping your soaked shirt for a random long sleeve. you go back to check on him, sitting at the foot of the bed while chuckling at his light snoring.

“__?” a deep voice cuts through the room. you left the door wide open when you came in, still a little drunk to think clearly. you turn to see the one you spent all night trying to wipe from your head.

“oops, hi jae,” you greet, suddenly conscious of how drunk you might look.

“hi, what are you doing in my room?” he asks. your mouth opens, no sound coming out.

“is this not jungwoo’s room?? the second door on the left?” you question, embarrassment starting to sprout. jaehyun laughs.

“how much did you have to drink? can’t tell your rights from lefts?” you let out a gasp at this, hands coming to your face.

“ugh, why did they put me on jungwoo duty anyway?” you mumble into your hands. jaehyun enters the room, standing in front of your sat form. he looks at you for a second, leaning down slightly. your drunk mind jumps right way to something else, but jaehyun passes you to shake jungwoo.

“woo, get up. go to your own bed,” jaehyun says, shaking him awake. jungwoo grunts, eyes stubbornly shut, but he’s awake. “no more weed for a month if you don’t go to your room,” jaehyun tries again, and it works.

jungwoo springs up at the threat, stumbling out of the bed as you watch jaehyun help him to his feet. jungwoo slumps over jaehyun’s shoulders, similarly to how had done to you earlier, and you follow them across the hall to jungwoo’s room.

jungwoo lands on his bed with a grunt, seemingly falling back asleep almost instantaneously. jaehyun places a water bottle on his nightstand before turning back to you.

“nice shirt by the way,” he winks. you look down, forgetting what you were wearing, confused at his compliment when you come to the realization.

that wasn’t jungwoo’s room, so it wasn’t jungwoo’s closet. you aren’t wearing jungwoo’s shirt.

“oh my god jae, i’m so sorry, i’ll steal another from jungwoo’s closet and give you this one back ” you ramble, but he just leads you out of jungwoo’s room with a warm hand on your back, turning the light off and closing the door.

“just wear mine, it’s cool,” jaehyun says nonchalantly. “wanna smoke? i can pull out the bong,” jaehyun offers. there are still partygoers downstairs, but you don’t feel like joining them.

the sound of a freshly packed bowl is like heaven to your drunk ears, and you find yourself agreeing before you can catch it. you let the reason why you are only seeing jaehyun now this far into the night leave your mind.

you get to spend alone time with him, and it fills your heart with good feelings.

leading you back into his room, jaehyun closes the door behind you as you take in the room. when you brought jungwoo in here earlier, you weren’t focused enough to actually get a good look at everything.

“it’s cleaner than i thought it would be in here,” you decide to poke fun a bit. jaehyun rolls his eyes at you. he sits on his bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. you trust jaehyun, but being in his room for the first time is nerve wracking.

your eyes follow his careful hands as he pours some water from a bottle on his night stand into the bong, pulling the bowl out to add the ground leaves.

“how much did you really have to drink? do you need water?” jaehyun looks at you a bit concerned.

“i’m good, just haven’t drank this much in a while though. i think a hit of that might make me feel betterrr,” you point to the bong in his hands. jaehyun grins.

“anything for you, baby,” he says handing you the bong. you bring it to your mouth quickly as he flicks a lighter on to light the bowl. smoke slowly fills the bong and with a quick inhale you take in the smoke in an effort to try and hide the warmth on your cheeks.

“that’s my girl,” jaehyun murmurs proudly, in awe of how you know your way around a bong. your ears almost miss his praise, but it takes everything in you to not choke on the smoke you exhale. my girl. the words ring in your ears, and your cheeks are burning hot now.

you pass the bong back and forth for a while until your drunken haze has faded into a raging high, and jaehyun’s right up there with you.

you both watch as the other lights up, and jaehyun’s gaze shifts from where your hand grips the neck of the bong to your where your mouth meets its entrance.

there’s a moment of silence where he seems to be thinking before he speaks up.

“looks like you were having fun, sure you made jungwoo’s birthday so fun, downing all those shots with him,” he recalls.

“you were watching?? when you coulda just joined?” you question.

“was busy with a friend,” he replies curtly. it stings a bit.

“right,” you choke out, falling into a silence. after a brief pause, he looks at you with a gaze a bit too serious for his next words as the smoke clouds the room further.

“can’t believe your first trip to my room was with another man,” he says lowly. your eyes widen at this, and he keeps going.

“dunno, just thought the first time i’d bring you up here would be special, and with me.” he finds nothing wrong with his words, pondering as he looks up at the smoke.

“you wanted to bring me here?” you ask, finally letting yourself speak.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i?? you’re one of my best smoking buds, my rose bud,” he says and you recall his last custom blend for you.

“bud..” you say quietly. one of his buds, his friends. he was keeping himself busy with a friend earlier.

the weed creeps up on you as your mind thinks of a million different things, and its either you took one too many hits or there must be leftover alcohol in your bloodstream with the way your words leave you like lightning.

“would you kiss one of your buds?”

“what?”

“i mean, you’ve been kissing your friends, so i was wondering if i made the cut.”

his eyes slightly widen, yet still look so heavy as you make out their faint redness and glossed over look.

the high must have taken jaehyun too, and everything moves in slow motion as he crashes lips onto yours.

you’re amazed at just how good it feels to have his lips on yours. his lips are warm, moving slowly across yours as he deepens the kiss further, hands creeping around your waist. your eyes are shut tight and you feel like you’re seeing colors with how he’s taking your breath away.

when his tongue prods at your lips, you’re quick to let him in. everything feels like its burning, from your mouth to the place where his hands meet your hips. and you feel the unmistakeable burning from down below, too.

he kisses you, not letting up until you move to start to adjust yourself over him. his hands move to your ass, and you let out a gasp at his firm grip. you’re sat on his lap, kisses messy and getting deeper by the second.

his hands move to your hips pushing you down onto him as his hips jerk up, and you let out a sweet moan at his hard member pressing through his jeans into you.

his eyes open wide at the sound.

as if awoken from a deep sleep, the sweet sound that comes from you breaks jaehyun out of his lustful daze. he stops kissing you, hands moving back up to your waist to gently guide you back to your original spot next to him.

your disappointment is through the roof, and if not for the substances running through your body, the embarrassment could bring you to tears.

“jae? what’s up?” you try to set a lighthearted tone, hoping it’s not over, but jaehyun looks you at you with an apologetic expression.

“sorry, i went too far.. i’m kind of gone. we’re both really fuckin high, don’t wanna do something you’d regret.” he says in the same curt tone that dampened your mood earlier. “i don’t think we should be doing that.”

your breath catches at that last part.

you had wanted to cut him off, saying he didn’t need to be sorry and that you actually liked it and wanted even more. but he made it very clear he thought it was a mistake.

suddenly, you’re reminded that those same lips were on another’s not even a couple hours before yours, and it makes you sick to your stomach.

your mind starts to ask questions you don’t have answers to, but you’re not gonna let yourself sit in the shame of expectation.

you find your quickest escape route, acting as if you’re checking your phone for a notification.

“gotcha, okay. mark is texting me, he’s getting us an uber,” you say, getting off of his bed and scanning your area for any forgotten items. he seems to have something to say, but he keeps his mouth glued shut as you fix yourself.

“have a good night, jae.” you make your way to the door.

“see you next week?” he asks as you turn the door knob.

“maybe.” you walk into the hallway, silently shutting his door behind you.

for the first time since you’ve met, you hope you don’t see him.

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from that moment on, you decided to do everything in your power to not be around jaehyun. as much as you’ve tried to justify his actions, you can’t. the rejection burns and just the sound of his name brings up the same queasy feeling.

you decide to skip the next few parties, but after a while you’ve been itching to be back in that atmosphere. you debate not showing up to the next party that rolls around, but mark catches you before you can hole up in your apartment.

“dude, you have to go, johnny would be so sad,” mark reasons.

johnny had gone back to his hometown for his own birthday and was gone for quite some time. once he came back, you heard he had thrown a small fit about jungwoo’s birthday rager. not only was he feeling left out since he missed it, he just knew he could throw an even better one. soon enough, he texted all the groupchats promising just that.

it was just like him to throw a birthday rager more than a month after his birthday. johnny was just as crazy, if not worse than jungwoo when it came to parties. you knew you would have a good time, but the lingering presence of jaehyun looms over your head.

“if i go, you need to stay with me, mark..” you tell him seriously. he scratches his head.

“you’re always the one ditching me to find ja-”

“i won’t do that anymore, let’s just go?” you interrupt him, silently praying he wouldn’t question you. he shrugs.

“okayy, whatever you say. we’re having a bestie joint tonight though okay?” you’re grateful he didn’t pry, and as the two of you head to his party, he lights up that bestie joint you promised.

as you exhale the smoke, watching it rise as you walk with mark, you’re grateful that it alleviates some of the tension you felt returning after being gone for a while.

you can hear music bumping from down the street, and once you reach the house, mark pauses at the sight of a vaguely familiar, yet beautiful girl.

“oh shit,” he says under his breath. “didn’t know she was coming tonight.”

you take a closer look as her face, and you turn to mark with a mischievous grin as you finally recognize her.

yeri. one of jungwoo’s coworkers who you met briefly at his birthday. you probably took a shot or two with her, but it was a bit of a blur.

mark, on the other hand, would not shut up about her on the uber ride home. he regretted not getting her number, and was too shy to ask jungwoo, so he hasn’t seen her since.

“markie-pooooooh.. go get your girl,” you tease him.

“fuck, dude i didn’t prepare my heart for this..” mark breathes in and out, calming himself.

“you’ve got this dude, and i can get myself home tonight so don’t worry!” you assure him.

he looks at you a bit worriedly. “but i thought you wanted me to stay with you, are you sure?” he truly is your best friend.

“we can do this anytime, i need you to get her number before i go and do it first,” you jokingly threaten, and mark gives you a quick squeeze before heading off to talk to her.

smiling to yourself as you see her light up at his presence, you walk into the house, just wanting to get a bit of alcohol in you before finding the birthday boy.

you are instead met with jungwoo, and he’s puppy-like as always. he gives you a big hug, swaying you back and forth in his arms. you can smell the alcohol on him as he gushes.

“__, my hero!!! my heroine?? whatever, it’s been so long, i thought i scared you off!” he looks at you, pouting his bottom lip. “thank you for taking care of me on my birthday, i swear i won’t be messy today..”

you laugh, breaking an arm out of his grasp to ruffle his hair. “it’s all good woo, i’ve just been busy for a bit,” you assure.

he’s quick to lead you to the kitchen to grab a drink and a shot or two. after catching up for a bit, he puts on a curious face.

“by the way.. can i ask you something?”

“you just did.” he rolls his eyes.

“ok anyways.. are you and jaehyun like, a thing?” he asks, and you almost choke on the drink you’re sipping on.

“wh-what? no, to me he’s literally just the weed guy,” you stutter out. you could have just said you were friends, but you said the first thing that came to mind.

jungwoo lets out a booming laugh at this, hysterical at the nickname “weed guy.”

“i’m soo dead, he needs to hear this shit, it’ll humble his ass,” jungwoo says between his laughter, holding his stomach.

“i already did.”

you both gasp and turn to the kitchen entrance, seeing jaehyun there with a flat expression.

immediately the drunk jungwoo starts hounding him, and your face burns. he was so much more than just the “weed guy,” but you know he probably could not care less.

jaehyun turns to you. it hasn’t even been more than a couple of weeks since you’ve seen him, but you missed him so bad. he isn’t wearing his usual hat today, leaving his black hair to fall over his forehead. his features pull into a glare.

“weed guy? i guess that makes sense from the way you always mooch off me,” jaehyun says a little too coldly.

you and jungwoo are speechless for a second, not sensing any joking tone from him. jungwoo laughs awkwardly, trying to break the tension.

“oh you don’t mean that, jae.. you missed her, i mean the past few weeks you’ve be-”

jaehyun turns on his heel before jungwoo could finish, and the two of you are left confused in the kitchen.

“why is he so pissy?” jungwoo asks, gasping when he turns back to you and sees the expression on your face.

your cheeks burn with shame as you recall all your past interactions with him. you had always been so eager to smoke with him, to see him. were you just annoying him this entire time?

if this was the first thing he has to say to you after rejecting you and leaving you out to dry, you really are not as special as you thought you were.

it hurts, and you can’t hide it.

“no, no he didn’t mean it!! he’s probably just stressed or something,” jungwoo panics.

as if on cue, the birthday boy who had somehow left your mind strolls in with a full red solo cup. johnny is clearly wasted as he lights up seeing you.

“why were you hiding out here??? you didn’t even tell me happy birthday,” johnny slurs as he comes to pull you into a hug. his long limbs are not coordinated as the alcohol runs through his veins, and one wrong step leads his cup flying onto you.

you stand there, shocked at the turn of events in the last 10 minutes, as johnny fusses over you. he hugs you as the alcohol seeps uncomfortably into your clothes.

“happy birthday johnny, i want you to have so much fun but i’m sorry, i’m gonna head home,” you tell him, trying not to make it apparent that you’re holding back tears.

“no, no, let me get you some clothes to change into,” johnny tries, but the party guests are already calling him back into the living room for another shot.

“it’s okay, i got it,” jungwoo butts in, having witnessed everything. johnny tries to argue, but the two of you nudge him out of the kitchen, wanting him to enjoy his night.

the walk up the stairs to the bedrooms is miserable, with you and jungwoo silent as you hold your arms around yourself. once you’re in jungwoo’s room, he hands you a hoodie and some sweats.

“i’m sorry, __, i shouldn’t have provoked him,” jungwoo apologizes, notably more sober than when you first saw him.

“it’s fine. i just don’t know what his problem is when he’s the one who..” you trail off, feeling the tears start to prickle at your eyes.

jungwoo pats your head as a few tears slip. you think it must be the alcohol, but you know you’ve sobered up. at his contact the tears just flow.

jungwoo is silent as he lets you cry, not wanting to push you to talk until you initiate it yourself.

your tears have stopped after some time passes, and jungwoo has not left. he places a towel he grabbed on your shoulders, and leads you to the bathroom attached to his room.

“maybe a warm shower would help, you don’t have to go back out there if you don’t want to. you can chill for a bit and i’ll call you an uber home later?” jungwoo offers.

you nod, grateful for his understanding. if only you liked him instead, maybe you wouldn’t be going through this. he’s here taking care of you when he could be downstairs having fun.

at your urging, jungwoo goes back down to the party. he promises to come back to check on you, and rushes down once he hears johnny announcing another house shot.

you peel off your soaked clothes, placing them to the side as you step into the shower. your eyes scan his soaps, landing on the body wash. opening it, you find it has a very woody, masculine scent, but you would take that over going home sticky.

the warm water really does make you feel better, and you spend a bit of time in there making sure all of the alcohol is scrubbed from your skin.

you hear the bedroom door open as you are wrapping up and turn off the water, assuming jungwoo came back to check in. you change into the clothes he gave you, taking extra care to wipe any signs of tears from your face.

to your surprise, the person sitting on the bed when you exit the bathroom is not jungwoo.

“what the fuck, jae? what are you doing here? where’s jungwoo?” you question.

“i should be asking you the same thing,” jaehyun bites back.

he takes in your form, skin looking refreshed from the shower and your cozy form wrapped in jungwoo’s clothes. his eyes darken.

“so is this your thing? just going into any dude’s room and stealing his clothes?”

jae’s eyes shift to jungwoo’s bedside table.

“so you and jungwoo are fucking now?” his gaze is piercing through you. in any other case you would be paralyzed by his stare, but it only makes you livid.

all you wanted to do was recover from what the very man in front of you did, and he’s putting you in the interrogation room? hell no.

“it’s none of your fucking business, jae.” you meet his gaze with your own. he’s silent, moving his eyes back down to a box resting on the table, and your eyes follow.

that’s why he thinks that. sitting there is a box of condoms, and it makes you feel extra guilty, knowing you’re probably cockblocking any plans jungwoo had for the night.

jaehyun’s deep voice cuts through the silence.

“was he good?”

“oh my god, why the hell are you even here?” he’s ignoring you, and he gets up and stands right in front of you.

“he must have sucked then, seeing that you’re still standing and he’s down there drinking his ass off with some random chick.” jaehyun has venom leaking from his words. what a hypocrite.

“as if you weren’t doing the same exact thing? we aren’t like that, so can you just get out?” you’re boiling at this point at his audacity.

“i bet i could do better, so much better,” he says and just like that you’re stunned at his words.

“what?” your voice comes out in a whisper, shocked at his implications.

he wraps his hands around your waist, moving backwards as he pulls you closer to the bed. the familiar scent of jungwoo’s body wash fills his nose, and he feels anger prick at the back of his head.

“i said, i could do you so much better, baby.” his gaze is the darkest you’ve seen from him. you’re still in shock to say the least, body on fire from his proposal and the affectionate name you’ve been missing.

he’s fully sat on the edge bed with you standing in his arms, but you don’t want to melt in his hands just yet, especially after what he put you through.

you take a step back, glaring at him. a sudden burst of confidence runs through you.

“oh yeah? i don’t know.. i’m kind of sore,” you rub your lower back for dramatic effect, challenging him to see his reaction.

jaehyun seethes, tugging you back into him, pulling you so he can lay a sloppy kiss to your neck. his hot breath is on you and you know he can feel your heart beating.

“he left you sore, but i’ll make sure you can’t even walk out of his room without me.”

with that, he angles his head up, lips molding to yours as he keeps a hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip.

his lips are familiar, but the way he kisses you is anything but. unlike the first time, which started out slow and a little unsure, jaehyun roughly kisses you now with hurried passion.

he flips the two of you over, hovering over you so that he can kiss you even deeper, and you can’t help but thread your hands through his hair.

the anger you felt before still remains, but even if you wanted it to, time away from him hasn’t changed the fact that you want him more than anybody you’ve ever met.

he slots a leg in between yours, pushing up against your core. it doesn’t help that you don’t have underwear on under the sweats, and you move your hips with him trying to get more friction.

breaking from you with a thread of saliva connecting your lips, he trails down your neck, leaving soft bites. he growls at the hoodie in the way, remembering that it isn’t his.

“arms up, baby,” he says, backing up a bit. you comply, and he pulls the hoodie off you, chucking it to the side not caring where it lands.

he lays kisses down your throat to your collarbones and leaves a particularly harsh kiss right above your chest. his mouth moves to your right nipple, tongue flicking it up and down as his other hand moves to knead the other side.

his hands trail down your waist, tugging at the waistband of the pants. he sits up to pull them completely off, reveling at your uncovered core glistening with arousal.

“on all fours,” he instructs, and you quickly flip over, pulling a pillow to clutch. he pulls your hips up, gripping your ass as he admires the view.

“naughty baby, one guy wasn’t enough? still so wet, he didn’t satisfy you?” he slides his fingers between your folds, circling your clit as you moan out.

he inserts one finger, wetness gushing around as you take it in, and he moves it around a bit as it reaches the base. just one of his fingers feels overwhelming, and he hums as he adds another, slowly pumping in and out.

“are you sure he fucked you right? you’re squeezing around me like crazy,” he makes his point with a curl of his fingers, feeling you clench tight around his digits.

his fingers move in and out faster and faster as you moan desperately into the pillow in your grip, hips moving with his fingers.

“bet he couldn’t even make you cum, pretty, want me to help you out?” he asks, fingers not slowing down in the slightest as his other hand reaches for your clit.

“j-jae, yes, please,” you groan into the pillow.

“then fucking cum,” he growls, and his hands move even faster and press deeper at your most intimate parts.

the pressure builds and builds in your stomach, jaehyun coaxing you along, and you cum hard around his fingers.

“jae, f-fuck, fuck!” you cry out as he helps you ride out your orgasm. his fingers leave your entrance with a wet sound, and your hips collapse at the lack of his support.

he gets up for a bit, and you hear a rustling sound. you peek over your shoulder to see jaehyun, stripped naked and lowering a condom you assume he grabbed from jungwoo’s box onto his cock.

you had gotten just a sneak peak of his size from how hard he was through his pants the first time you made out, but it did no justice to the real thing. he is huge.

he comes back to you, pulling your hips back up and slotting himself between your legs. you grip onto the pillow harder as he rubs his tip up and down your slit. his tip catches on your entrance and you gasp, legs tensing.

“jae, ‘s too much,” you moan out at the slight stretch.

“you can take it, all warmed up for me already,” he chokes out, inching his way to fill you up completely. his grip on your hips is bruising, and you know without his strong hold you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up.

he groans deeply, a sound that seems to come deep from his throat, as he bottoms out, and your eyes prickle with tears at the feeling. he gives you a second to adjust before pulling out fully to his tip, then thrusting back in harshly.

the motion sends you forward slightly, and the air seems to be pushed from your lungs. it feels so good, and you want more.

“fuck me jae, p-please fuck me, oh f-” you moan out, and he obliges, giving you another harsh, deep thrust.

once he’s bottomed out again, he pauses. you push your hips back into him, expecting him to start pistoning into you, but he lets out a sigh before pulling out of you completely.

your heart sinks.

“this isn’t how i wanted it to go..” he murmurs frustratedly.

the same feeling of disappointment and rejection hits you like a train, and this time you can’t hold yourself together for long enough to get out of there.

your shoulders are shaking from tears before you know it, and jaehyun’s face falls in realization.

“wait, wait, no, i’m sorry,” jaehyun starts, scooping you up into his arms at the sound of your tears. “give me a second to explain, baby.” you push at his chest.

“just say you don’t want to fuck me and go, jaehyun, save me the fucking humiliation please,” you let out between your sobs.

he tries to start talking, but you don’t let him, wrapping yourself in the bed’s comforter.

“you must be high, i must be fucking wasted to think you were serious, just like before.” you put your face in your hands, trying to calm yourself and catch your tears.

jaehyun grabs your hands away from your face, leaning in to give you a deep kiss. the kiss is slow and steady, more sweet and tender than any one you had shared before.

when he separates from you, you can’t speak. you have no idea what’s going on through his head, and you want more than anything to just go home.

“i’m more sober than i’ve ever been, please just listen to me. i didn’t mean it like that, ok?” jaehyun explains. you stay silent, and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“i want more than anything to fuck you, pretty, i wanted to back then and i want to now.” you start to speak, wanting to question him, but he continues.

“it’s just, i know i’m not exactly the, uh, most innocent person out here..? i mean- i’ve done a lot with different people, but with you… i couldn’t just do what i always do..” he admits.

you raise your eyebrows, still trying to understand what he’s getting across as your heart finds a new spark of hope that you desperately try to extinguish.

“i didn’t want you to just be a quick fuck, i still don’t. i want to take my time, to treat you like you deserve, and that wasn’t the time and place for that,” he explains, looking down at your hands in his with a guilty expression.

“..then why didn’t you say that?” you asked him, still trying to process. the spark of hope is burning hotter and brighter by the second.

“believe me, i wanted to.. but i was such a pussy about it, i kept telling myself i should wait to talk to you in person, and then you stopped showing up.” he grimaces.

“i’m sorry for acting like a jerk earlier, i wanted to apologize for all of this, but then i saw you going upstairs with jungwoo.. and then he came back down, and you didn’t,” jaehyun rambles, trying to articulate his feelings.

“you could never mooch off me, i’m actually happy whenever you come find me.. you know i always roll an extra joint or two hoping you’ll show up?” the tips of his ears redden at his revelation.

“i hope i’m not just the weed guy to you, because i think— no, i know you’re so much more to me than just that,” he confesses, finally looking you in the eye.

“i don’t know what you’ve got going on with jungwoo, but i don’t like it, at all," he concludes.

“and what about your friends?” you ask incredulously. it’s feeling a but too good to be true.

“i stopped fucking around a while ago, way before jungwoo’s birthday,” he assures.

“but.. jungwoo said-” you start.

“fuck whatever he said, he was drunk and i just wasn’t feeling social that night,” he recalls that night, wishing it had ended differently than it did. he squeezes your hands.

“i just know i could treat you so much better than jungwoo ever could, than anyone could, and i want to.” his eyes are softer than before, and you melt at his confession.

for the first time in a while, you are glad you’re both sober. you know that what he’s saying is all his own thoughts.

you come closer, wrapping your arms around him, restless heart now full of ease and excitement. “i’m not fucking jungwoo, i was just messing with you because i was angry,” you explain.

he wraps his arms around your waist, head falling onto your shoulder with a sigh of relief. “thank god.. i thought i was going to have to fight one of my best friends.”

you laugh, feeling your heart lighten, but you feel the unmistakable ache from between your legs. you got a taste of him, and you wanted it all now.

“so are you gonna show me just how good you can treat me? orr…”

“oh baby, say less.” he jumps into action quickly, pushing you to lie on your back.

he lowers himself between your legs, nipping at your thighs.

you get shy, and he sees you covering your face with your hands. he moves to grab them, holding your hands at your side.

“look at me, pretty,” he says in that deep voice of his, and the sight of him between your legs is unreal, hair falling over his pretty face. not breaking eye contact, he brings his mouth down to your core.

your legs start to close and he nudges them back with his chin. he gives you a few kitten licks, testing the water before diving in with the same passion he gave your lips earlier, slurping at your core messily.

he watches your face, contorting with pleasure as your hands strain at his grip, and he moves to lace his fingers through yours, not letting up at all as continues to lap you up.

you’re already sensitive from earlier, and he has you cumming in no time with a harsh suck on your clit and his thumb entering you shallowly. you’re dizzy from the orgasm, and he releases your hands.

as you catch your breath, he lays kisses all the way up until he reaches your face, pecking you all over. you feel his aching hard member at your thigh, and you want him so badly.

“can i fuck you now, baby?” he asks gently, hearts radiating from his eyes. “i’m so hard i could burst any second now.”

you laugh, still in disbelief that the man you thought hated you is now in your arms like a lovesick puppy.

“anything you want jae, i’m all yours,” you beam. at your words, the energy shifts completely and jaehyun is more eager than ever.

already slotted between your legs, he gives you big smooch before he sits upright to line himself up with your core. he lifts your hips up slightly, and starts to push into you slowly.

he moves his eyes from where your lower bodies meet to your face, watching how your expression shifts with each inch.

“i’m so happy i can see your face,” he muses, breath quickening as he bottoms out with a deep groan, “can see how good i fuck my baby.”

he moves a hand over your thigh reassuringly before holding your his in a firm grip. he starts moving his hips into you, and the pleasure of him reaching deep into you has your eyes rolling back.

“so g-good for me, and only me,” he chokes out with gritted teeth as he pounds into you. the sight of him above you is all too much — body illuminated from the dim warm lighting of the bedroom lamp, neck straining as his hooded eyes never leave yours.

the pleasure is so dizzying and the sight of him has you melting. you reach out your arms to him, and he too melts at the sight of you wanting him in your arms.

he moves over you so he can hold you, continuing to slam into you once you’ve gripped onto him. your nails scratch at his back as he hits a spot just right, and it has you seeing stars.

you shut your eyes tight as jaehyun’s hips snap into you hard, feeling pressure build in your stomach.

“ah, sh-shit, so close baby. look at me, baby, let me see you,” he groans out, moving to his forearms to hover above you while his hips do not falter in the slightest.

you open your eyes to see him, expression enamored as he bites his lip in concentration. his lips fall into a grin as he meets your eyes. you clench, feeling your heart fill with affection.

“cum for me baby, please, need to feel you cum around me before i fucking explode,” jaehyun grunts, voice deep and strained.

you nod, moving your hips up to meet his thrusts. only the sound of your moans, his grunts, and skin on skin fill the room, getting louder and faster until you cum around him with a loud cry.

he groans loudly at this, feeling himself finish the second your orgasm has you squeezing him too tightly. he thrusts shallowly, riding out both your orgasms as he holds you close, lips meeting yours hungrily.

as he comes to a stop, the two of you lay there kissing, just basking in the warmth of each other’s embrace. your lips slow against each other, and he starts to give you little pecks until you hear the creaking of the door. oh shit.

“__ are you o- WHAT. THE. FUCK.” a red-faced jungwoo stands there in disbelief. he’s clearly intoxicated, not knowing if this is a drunk dream. “really? in my fucking bed??”

you hide your face out of shame and jaehyun just smiles shamelessly from under his roommate’s covers.

“i’ll wash the sheets, just take my room,” he says nonchalantly.

“hell no, i’m gonna crash in johnny’s, this room better be spotless tomorrow..” with that jungwoo turns on his heel, slamming the door behind him.

“fuck, i think we really made him mad,” you say worriedly to jaehyun. you feel bad given how jungwoo had cared for you earlier.

“nah, don’t worry about it, we’ll make it up to him,” jaehyun muses, looking at you before pulling the covers off. he smiles big, dimples on full display, taking in your features and brushing a stray thread from your forehead.

you lean up to surprise him with a sweet kiss, and he returns it eagerly. he pulls back, beaming at you with a slight rosy red tint to his cheeks.

“actually, i need to end tonight with you in my bed and my clothes, so let’s take it back to mine.” he grins cheekily as he nuzzles into you, and you can’t help but smile.

“maybe let’s take a quick shower first?” you suggest, poking him in the side.

in a flash, he’s up, tugging you alongside him as you both make your way to jungwoo’s bathroom.

“whatever my baby wants,” he beams, lips meeting yours as he shuts the bathroom door behind him.

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[8myass]

.. "soft" bf texts with jeong yoonoh/jaehyun .. pairing. jae x gn reader genre. fluff, smut a/n. second work for jae's birthday event!!

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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ 명재현

summary : jaehyun somehow convinced you to take him to the supermarket with you, and it made you realize something

genre : fluff, slight angst (?), myungjae x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, food, mentions of anxiety, kissing author notes : suchhh a whore for domestic fluff word count : 1.5k

you should've known it was a mistake to take your puppy-like boyfriend to the crowded supermarket with you. you knew he'd be bouncing all over the place, asking if you two could get this and that, but you couldn't say no to him; he had puppy-dog eyes after all.

you don’t even know how he convinced you to let him ride along with you, hands clutched the entire time as the bus bumped and jumped. you vaguely remember between fast pecks in the doorway, him spewing out being an extra pair of hands, but you knew it was just because he couldn’t spend a moment of his free-days without you.

contrary to prior belief, jaehyun stood behind you, mostly because he didn’t like people having the opportunity to get too close, as you eyed the various fruits. you swiveled your head, asking if he wanted anything in particular for tonight — reveling in his calmness and security.

he grinned, “strawberries.”

you nodded absentmindedly, picking up a package of pink berries and placing them in the basket your boyfriend had offered (demanded) to carry for you. he pretended as if he was a spy, protecting you from the enemies, as he called them; aka the other people just trying to grocery shop. and you pretended as if you didn’t notice, falling a little more in love each time he’d grip your side, or hand, protectively.

“jae, baby,” he hummed, coming to his senses, “do you want anything else while we’re right here? i don’t feel like coming back once you’ve realized you want apples or something.”

he pouted, “i know you would, though.” and he wasn’t wrong, the moment he looked at you with sweet eyes (evidently) you give in.

still you fronted the opposite, “no,” you turned your nose up playfully, “i’d make you go get them by yourself.”

he made an offended sound, hand coming to rest on his chest to emphasize his actions. soon, however, they morphed into a giggle, a cute smile plastering his face, which wasn’t even that far away from yours in that exact moment.

you thought it must’ve been gross, the pda, displayed for all the passerby’s to see. but as you looked at jaehyun, who had nothing but hearts in his eyes for you, you felt inclined to stay like that for at least a little while — you didn’t though, backing away slightly to return to what you needed to be doing instead.

“and, do we need more rice? i can’t remember.”

he tisked, “should’ve made a list, y/n. i would’ve made a list.” you knew well that he was only joking, because your boyfriend of all people would never make a list unless told to do so. you rolled your eyes, letting him continue, “but if we don’t, you can just store it right? it’s not too hard, is it?”

you looked to the various things in your basket already: green onions, garlic, cabbage, carrots, lettuce and strawberries. you remembered vaguely what you came here for, and you knew that if jaehyun wasn’t gracing your presence you’d probably be done by now (walking fast due to the anxiety). but despite that, you honestly wouldn’t have today play out any other way.

“i guess you’re right. i usually do that anyways.” he picked up a package of individually portioned rice. “just get those for now, i’ll buy bulk later when i remember.”

jaehyun could tell, like you were a picture book, that you were feeling a little uncomfortable being surrounded by so many people. you usually went to the store closer to closing, or on days when nobody would necessarily be around due to work conflicts. you usually bought in bulk so that it was only a once a month kind of thing, but when he saw you were running low on food he encouraged you (because you need to eat) to go grocery shopping, and that’s how you ended up in the grains isle.

you adjusted the empty basket on your arm, opposite of jaehyun’s, and took his hand. he gladly accepted the way you maneuvered you both from the isle and over by the drinks, which was relatively empty — for now.

he set his own basket on the floor, taking yours gently from your elbow and putting it next to the other. his face had a slight pout, and when his hands placed against your waist, yours mirrored the expression.

“coke zero?” you whispered out, “or sprite? or…”

he kept his gaze on you, before pulling you into a tight hug. the moment your chests hit, you inhaled his bright scent. you never could pinpoint exactly what it was, but every time you smelled something remotely close you were reminded of your boyfriend — who, obviously, cares so deeply for you.

you patted his should, in a way of telling him to let go, because you were a little embarrassed that anyone could see such as intimate moment if they turned down the isle. you loved him, you did, but he was a little impulsive when it came to you and yours needs; or what he thought those were.

before he completely pulled away, he snuck a peck against your lips, causing you to giggle in surprise. you continued laughing as he went to pick up the baskets, as if nothing happened.

“what was that for?”

“what was what for?” he asked, an innocent look meeting your eyes. you always found him puppy-like — everyone did — but right now especially. “how about coke zero, babe?”

you scoffed, “sure, myung, whatever you want.”

he stopped his actions, only halfway done taking the soda off the shelf. he turned back to you, approaching his a stupid-little grin on his lips. your eyes narrowed, but you knew you couldn’t back away, “well, in that case,” his palms touched your cheeks gently, before his lips once again pressed to yours (less urgently this time). you started laughing again, trying to push him off, still embarrassed of your boyfriends shameless actions. you thought this had to be public indecency, that he’d been watching too many dramas — picking up useless real-word tips and tricks — but you had to admit, you were feeling that anxious anymore.

you knew jaehyun always had a way to make you feel better; wether that be embarrassing himself to make you laugh, or holding you close. you knew he’d do just about anything to see you smile. and that he did, pulling away and watching your lips crease up. he thought you looked most beautiful smiling, practically shooting hearts from his eyes.

“jaehyun,” you swatted at him, “stop, this is a public establishment. don’t just kiss me in front of people like that… it’s embarrassing.”

he pretended to be offended, although knowing exactly what you meant, “you’re embarrassed? of me?” you rolled your eyes, knowing this was only the calm before the storm; jaehyun didn’t care about embarrassing himself, taking you as collateral. “you’re seriously embarrassed of kissing me? my girlfriend, embarrassed… oh my god.” he was once again pouting, “i don’t know how you’re going to make this up to me, y/n, I’m so hurt right now.”

you took the coke off the shelf, putting it in your empty basket, “let’s hurry up and i’ll give you a kiss at home, okay?”

he turned his nose up, blocking you, “just one? that’s not going to be enough to forgive you. you rejected me, hurt my pride, my ego — my girlfriend —“

“as many as you want, jae,” you looked to your side, sensing the few people who had stumbled upon you and your (fake) sulking boyfriend, “people are staring, let’s go, please.”

and that’s was his cue. he’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable. he knew that nobody was in the isle when he kissed you, being attentively aware, but now that there was, he couldn’t take it any further.

he cheered up, causing you to laugh in disbelief once again. you watched jaehyun pluck the sprite off the shelf too, adding it to the heavier basket — which he took — and then your hand.

you picked up the other basket, catching a glimpse of the older couple at the end of the isle; they didn’t look disgusted by your actions, not even offended. it was more like a look of adoration, an expression of awe at your young love. maybe, you thought, nobody really minded when your boyfriend expressed his feelings for you. hell, when you saw other couples do it, you didn’t even mind. and it’s not like you were making out in front of the soda. he was just trying to cheer you up.

“c’mon, y/n.” he tugged your arm gently, gaining your attention, “we have to watch the last episode of my demon!”

maybe you were too much in your head, instead of focused on what was going on in the present time. in reality, no one truly cared what the two of you did. and, even through the embarrassment, you still liked when jaehyun was impulsive for you. he was your hyperactive boyfriend after all.

“okay…” you sighed out a deep breath, “and i owe you an apology for rejecting your kisses.”

he corrected, “lots of apologies!” before dragging you to check out. you kissed his cheek standing in line, and felt something shift within yourself: maybe you were become more comfortable, or maybe you finally realized that expressing your admiration and love for someone wasn’t embarrassing.

emotions were only human after all.

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[kkydult]

when you want them to meet your parents;

ot6!boynextdoor x gn!reader - fluff - !mentions of marriage! - 1.1 k

- myung jaehyun ;

when you announce it to him first he’s gonna be surprised like no matter how long you’ve been together the idea of meeting your parents is huge for him so you willingly wanting him to feels like such an honor to him. he’ll be reassuring you nonstop in a way of also reassuring himself that he would be on his best behavior but he knows he might go overboard with all the excitement building up inside him. you should also get ready for him asking a lot of questions like “what is the key to their hearts? they have to love me !”, “do they even know me?”, “will they like me?”, it mostly just shows he cares and wants to make it a memorable meeting. and even though he’s nervous he’s mostly excited and so ready to get to know them because it means he gets to know you more. the main thought would be to make a perfect impression but so many other things came with that but taking on that road with you makes it worth it.

- lee sanghyeok ;

riwoo is really chill about it when you explain it to him he just nods in agreement like it was the logical next step in your relationship and for him it was. it’s not to say he takes it like it’s nothing and just doesn’t care about the grandeur of the circumstances if anything it’s the opposite. he’s seeing things in the long term with you so meeting your parents is an inevitable stepping stone in that process, making sure he gets their blessing right from his first meeting with them because he wasn’t going to settle for anything less than you. he’d be appreciative in so many ways but he wouldn’t show you how much he would put an effort into making the meeting perfect, mostly because he didn’t want you to worry but also cause he didn’t want to scare you with all his life partner aspirations. he knew what his goal with you was and that was enough, he'd make sure your parents had no doubts in his motives as well but he wanted you to have a free mind and dream big without thinking about a relationship tying you down because at the end of it all he would be by your side cheering you on no matter what.

- park sungho ;

well with sungho it’s different. he will not agree to meeting your parents when you mention it not because he’s scared but because he feels unprepared and he actually has an elaborate plan for how it should go and it starts with him being the one orchestrating the whole thing. he feels it’s absurd for you to invite him to your home and make your parents work to meet him, if anything he should be the one working. he’s all about grand gestures so he’s imagining a nice restaurant where you’d dine together, it would be sophisticated and he’d empty his bank account on 4 pieces of tomatoes styled delicately on a plate and it would be perfect. how could they not love him if they think he’s rich? he’s mostly joking about it but he does want to be the one to contact them first to show his respect but he promises he’ll make it perfect and they’ll love it and they’ll love him and you’ll love him even more. just trust him he’s got it under control.

- han dongmin ;

he’s so pumped like let’s do it he’s ready to take on any trials that may come with meeting your parents because he’s all about you. he’s super determined to make them like him especially if you’re close to them he’ll just have to make it work. even though he has high hopes and believes they’re gonna love him since you love him (it just makes sense) he also doesn’t plan on just accepting if they happen to not approve of him. he’s in love with you and nothing is stopping him from loving you, not your parents not any one. the moment he notices a disapproval he’s grabbing you over his shoulder and leaving never to be seen there again. as much as he would love to get along with your dad for you he’d much rather spend that time showing you all the love he has for you because he has so much. “no seriously, they better love me or i’m kidnapping you. they’ll see you next at our wedding i’m not so cruel to not invite them” he’ll joke about it but sincerely not knowing how much of it is just a joke because he’d go that far for you if you wanted him to.

- kim donghyun ;

“are you sure you want that?” leehan would be so puzzled as to why you would think that was a good idea, he recognizes himself to be extremely unserious so he doesn’t see how that would work in such an important situation. he understands it’s a inevitable part of being in a relationship with someone that isn’t an orphan but it still seems unfamiliar to him. he would obviously love to meet your parents but he’s not sure how much they’ll like him and that’s not a risk he’s willing to take. you can try to convince him all you want but his arguments would come out valid and you would just have to accept your fate. he’d reassure you that he’ll meet them at some point, a big party with drinks and food and even his family would be there, you’d be wearing a pretty dress and we’d say “i do” and only then he’ll introduce himself to your parents. “it’s perfect y/n, they would just have to love me” he proudly say actually pleased with his mastermind thinking. he would end up meeting your parents as you proposed just to put you at ease keeping his quiet so he didn’t get to say anything out of pocket.

- kim woonhak;

he’s soo touched that you would want him to meet your parents he’s already got it all down, he knows bc exactly how to act and what he’d do. he actually knows he’ll make a good impression that’s just his impact so he’s taking the time to relieve your stress because he can tell it’s a big thing for you. he’s constantly reassuring you with a mini trivia about your family with little things you’ve told him about them, making you realize you really have nothing to worry about. he’s got a whole shopping list of gifts he's got prepared for every single member of your family not only your parents. you feel like you could just leave him to do the talking he already seems so comfortable with your family and he hasn't even met them.

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If you're taking requests can you maybe do jealousy with boynextdoor?? I love your blog I haven't seen anyone write about them yet! <3

boynextdoor when they’re jealous

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcannon

note for anon: thank you so much!! hope you like it :)

JAEHYUN

as soon as he spots someone else getting too close to you, he turns into a clingy and whiny puppy

he’s not one to control who you interact with, but this particular person has been talking to you for the past hour, and he just wants your attention

he’s immediately going to your side and getting all up in your space, backhugging you and kissing your temple to show the person in front of you that you’re taken

acts dumb once the person takes the hint and leaves the two of you alone

holds your hand and never lets go for the remainder of the night (needs cuddles when you get home too)

“Well, yeah, I find it quite fun— oh!” your conversation with the random guy (Jongseong was his name, but you couldn’t be bothered to remember) in front of you at the party is interrupted when you feel a pair of familiar arms snake around your waist, Jaehyun’s chin coming to rest on your shoulder so naturally.

Jongseong looks a little taken aback, eyes flitting between Jaehyun’s arms around your waist and you. “Your boyfriend?”

You nod, pursing your lips together, and Jongseong makes up some flimsy excuse and leaves, unable to handle Jaehyun’s wary eyes on him. Jaehyun remains in his position long after Jongseong leaves.

“Who was that?” he whines, snuggling into your neck.

You smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “I don’t know, baby. I suppose he was just being friendly. Were you jealous?”

“What? No! Why would I be?” Jaehyun scoffs unconvincingly, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Sure, baby. Let’s go home, hm?”

SUNGHO

so sulky!!

he’s immediately whining and pouting and sulking in the corner the moment he spots you talking to some other guy

is honestly shocked at how this guy doesn’t know you’re taken with the way sungho literally wouldn’t leave your side the moment the two of you stepped into the party (that is, until he left to go to the bathroom)

saunters up to you and stares the guy down until he leaves, and then he’s immediately turning to you and whining about what just happened

needs reassurance from you that it was nothing, or he’ll be overthinking this interaction for a while

he just loves you too much and is so scared of losing you :(

“Quit staring, man. If looks could kill, that guy would have died ten times over with how you’re looking at him like that,” Jaehyun laughs, patting Sungho’s back.

Sungho had been glaring at this one guy who had struck up a conversation with you while he left for the bathroom. That sneaky little shit, Sungho thought, his gaze hardening by the second.

As if on cue, you look around and meet his gaze from across the room before he can spiral into an overthinking session, and you beam brightly at him.

The next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him, seemingly having said something he was too lost in thought to pay attention to.

“Sorry, could you repeat that, sweetheart? I zoned out,” Sungho snakes an arm around your waist, squeezing the clothed skin with his hand.

You giggle, booping his nose, unaware of just how much he loved it whenever you did that. “I said, do you want to get out of here?”

“With you? Always.”

RIWOO

he strikes me as a silent overthinker :(

he isn’t the type to be confrontational about it with you, so he probably tends to bottle up his feelings and mope about it by himself

will probably try to act like everything is fine when it isn’t

he’s upset, yes, but he wouldn’t bring it up until you do (please do)

needs lots of reassurance that he won’t get left behind, please protect him T-T

“Hyeok, baby? Are you okay?” you nudge Riwoo from where the both of you are resting on the couch after coming home from a high school reunion dinner.

Riwoo doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought, and jolts when you snap your fingers in front of him. “Y-yeah? Did you say something?”

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? You know you can tell me anything, that’s what we promised each other,” you rub his arm affectionately, reaching out your free hand to cup his cheek.

Riwoo sighs. “It’s stupid… but Sunoo was so obviously flirting with you the entire time we were there, and I couldn’t help but recall how he had such a big crush on you in high school, and-”

You cut him off with a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling softly at him when you pull away.

“Hyeok-ie, it’s you I want to be with. Not him, okay? And your feelings are never stupid, baby. Never.”

The huge smile Riwoo beams at you in response is one that you keep in your memories for a long, long time.

TAESAN

good luck to whoever was trying to pick you up at the party you both were at, because taesan is pissed

at this point the whole world knows the two of you are dating with how he practically makes you wear his jacket all the time

he’s dumbfounded at how the guy who’s blatantly flirting with you couldn’t tell

i mean, his hand is literally on your waist. that’s evidence enough

stares him down and smirks as the guy squirms under taesan’s gaze before taking the hint and scurrying off

he’s not letting his hand on your waist go for the rest of the night

“Woah, did you see the look on his face? He was genuinely scared,” you turn to your boyfriend as the guy who was talking to you left somewhere hurriedly.

Taesan was very obviously stifling a laugh, before pursing his lips together and turning serious. “Yeah, it’s not like we were scaring him or anything.”

Your eyes narrow at his blatant attempt at acting. “Dongmin… did you do something to scare him?”

Taesan squirms under your gaze, before sighing and leaning his cheek on the top of your head in embarrassment. “Come on, baby! He was so obviously flirting with you! In front of me! How could I not do anything?”

You let out a laugh, reaching up to pat his head. “Okay, you big baby.”

LEEHAN

is in disbelief at the whole situation

someone!! is trying!! to pick up!! his person??? he cannot have that

goes over to your side immediately and snakes his arm around your waist, giving you a chaste kiss in greeting

gives the guy who was talking to you an eye smile like nothing happened, introducing himself as your boyfriend with a polite smile on his face (but with venom dripping from his words)

the guy takes the hint and leaves immediately, finally leaving the two of you alone together

is so cocky after the whole ordeal

“Wow, look at him, Hyunnie, it’s like he’s scared of us,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around Leehan’s left arm.

Leehan chuckles, looking down at you with the fondest look in his eyes, “Or, maybe he just realised how in love you are with me and how much he doesn’t stand a chance against me.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Hyun. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease, jokingly removing your arms around his.

Leehan simply smiles wider, turning to rest his hands around your waist. “Come on, babe. You love me.”

You sigh, returning his gaze with as much affection as you can muster. “That I do.”

WOONHAK

another sulky bf/overthinker

he’d literally be sulking in the corner and refusing to look at you for a while when you find him because he’s 1) jealous and 2) embarrassed for feeling jealous

he trusts you with all his heart, but he can’t help but compare himself to whoever is getting too close to you, and tends to spiral into an overthinking rabbit hole until you stop him

you’ll have to squish his face and reassure him that you’re only his and he’s only yours, and stay by his side for the rest of the night before he finally feels secure

never lets go of your hand after

“Woonhak? They told me I’d find you here,” you open the bedroom door, peering in only to find Woonhak sitting on the bed, eyes on his feet. “What’s wrong?”

Woonhak purses his lips together as you sit down beside him, saying nothing. You sigh, looking at him worriedly as you reach out to take his hand in yours, rubbing small circles on the back of his palm to give him silent reassurance.

After a while, he speaks up, so softly you almost don’t catch it. “Why do you love me?”

You’re stunned. Woonhak must’ve noticed your reaction, because he goes on to elaborate, “I saw Heeseung talking to you earlier, downstairs. And, I don’t know, Heeseung is just, so much cooler than me and I couldn’t help but think of-”

You rest your index finger against his lips, effectively shushing him. You feel your heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Oh, baby,” you frown, cupping his face in your hands, “I love you because you’re you, Woonhak. Nothing and no one can change that.”

Woonhak looks like he’s about to burst into tears, and he reaches forward to wrap his arms around you, head resting on your shoulder. “I love you.”

You sigh contentedly, stroking his hair. “I love you, too.”

a/n: hehe i had quite a lot of fun writing this i hope y’all like it too!!

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everytime: jjh, mkl.

⨯ pairing: situationship!jaehyun, situationship!mark, reader

⨯ word count: 2.4k

⨯ summary: going back to jaehyun felt natural. a single call from him had you running back. but with enough encouragement, your friends are able to convince you to pursue other people. god, you hated dating in 2023. what the fuck was a situationship anyways?

⨯ warnings: jaehyun loses lol, mentions of drugs (weed) and alcohol, some suggestive content but that’s about it, gn!reader but i used good girl once bc i felt legally obligated im sorry. 

⨯ playlist: breathin, ariana grande / everytime, ariana grande / feather, sabrina carpenter 

⨯ extra content: texts between reader n mark, jaehyun pov, mark pov 

⨯ a/n: i’m going to blame it on the copious amounts of caffeine in my system, so if you see any errors, please ignore it! i definitely have more in mind for this pair, so the chance of this becoming a mini series is possible. i just have adhd and i’m jobless atm so my attention is going everywhere 

. . .

Somehow you’ve found yourself once again wrapped in Jaehyun’s embrace; the warmth of his body making you overheat under his blanket. It’s like he’s everywhere. You couldn’t escape his scent even if you wanted to. And it’s not like you wanted to anyways. It had been at least 3 months of whatever you and Jaehyun had going on. Was it friends with benefits? Were you guys exclusive? This was a question that neither of you could answer. 

Though if you were cornered into answering it, you knew the answer would be one that only broke your heart. You were his; there wasn’t anyone that you wanted more than Jaehyun. But he was not yours. You knew that he flirted openly with the girls on campus. You had been blown off by him numerous times so he could spend his time with other girls all the time. As long as you were able to hold Jaehyun at night, in your little corner of the universe, you thought it would be okay. 

However, that was not the case when his ex-girlfriend came back into the picture. It felt impossible to even get a grip on the male. Even if you knew you had spent the night with him, she would have him again by the time he woke up. 

As quickly and quietly as you can, you untangle yourself from his sleeping form, ignoring the way he groans and tries to pull you back into his bed. Your resolve would crumble if he was able to get you back into that bed, and you knew this to be a fact. Once your clothes are back on, you feel the shame settle in your bones. How many times was this going to happen? Did you have any self-respect? 

Too many times, by the way. It happened way too many times. The same damn thing. He wouldn’t contact you all day, not until he had the tiniest amount of weed in his system. And then your phone was blowing up. 

“Where you are?” 

“I need you.” 

“I’d give it all just to kiss you right now.” 

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. I’ll treat you better.” 

“This time I won’t break your heart. I swear.” 

How many excuses were you going to let slide by? Each time he did the same thing. It did happen again; he didn’t treat you better. He definitely broke your heart, each and every time. But this time it’s different, not because of Jaehyun though. You’re usually able to escape the apartment before any of his roommates wake up, not this time. This time Mark Lee is seated at the island, a donut and two coffees spread out in front of him. He gives you a shy smile, gesturing to the breakfast. “I got you a donut and coffee when I was out this morning.” 

The gesture has your eyes glossy almost instantly, tears threatening to spill over. Jiwon would snort at your behavior. The bar was really in hell, wasn’t it? “Thanks. You didn’t have to,” you say quietly, standing next to his sitting figure. 

“I wanted to.” And you can tell he’s being honest. It was no secret that Mark harbored a crush on you; and while you adored the male, you were so stupidly into Jaehyun that you didn’t have it in you to entertain Mark’s advances. You could break your own heart, but you sure as hell weren’t breaking his.

“You don’t have to stay; I know you usually don’t.” His words make you feel even more pathetic, even if you know he doesn’t mean any harm. You thought you were sneaky after leaving the next morning, but Mark knew. He always seemed to know. 

So when you get home and Mark’s name lights up on your screen, you swear you won’t fall into Jaehyun’s trap again. 

mark [8:30am]: home safe? 

you [8:33am]: yea

you [8:33am]: thanks 

mark [8:33am]: any time 

“It’s like Dua Lipa said,” Jiwon says one night, “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” Her words are met with a pillow to the face and a roll of your eyes, but you know she’s right. It had been 2 weeks, almost half a month, since the last time you had slept with Jaehyun. But practice makes perfect, and when you’re drunk, you have no business practicing anything. 

So when you wake up in Jaehyun’s bed, it feels horrible. Even more so when Mark isn’t there with coffee and a sweet treat to make you feel better about your bad decision. And what a bad decision it was. 

Because suddenly you’re stuck in the same trap again. Jaehyun’s got you in his sticky grasp, yet he’s always slipping through your fingers when you think you have him. It was unfair. Everyone around you told you this. 

“He doesn’t care. Just drop him.” 

But you cared. 

“You deserve better.” 

You didn’t want better; you wanted Jaehyun.

“Stop doing this to yourself.” 

You couldn’t stop. 

“I love you, but this has gone on way too long. I’m coming over, and we’re going out.” 

Now this was something you could do. What was meant to be a girl’s night out, quickly turned into you nearly begging your friends to let Jaehyun to go. But fate seemed to be on the side of your girl’s tonight, Jaehyun’s voice blaring from the speakers on your phone as he tells you he can’t make it.  

“Are you seriously not coming, Jae?” He can hear the irritation in your voice, and while he wishes he could say something that would soothe the flame that lights in your heart, he can’t. The sigh he lets out is all you need to hear before you’re spitting out quick profanities and ending the call. 

Your friends are met with a blank stare; you were always so different when Jaehyun wasn’t there. It was like the male held your happiness in his hands, and they absolutely hated it. So many times they had sat you down and begged for you to end things with the male. You were on the back burner ever since his ex walked back into the picture, but when he called you high, you were crawling right back. 

“You can’t keep going back to him,” Jiwon states, the only friend there brave enough to break the silence. “It’s getting ridiculous at this point. It’s the third time he’s flaked to hang out with her.” 

It hurts so bad to know that it’s true. You had given the male multiple chances to hang out with you and your friends this week. And each time he let you down. With a small sigh, you slouch into the arms of your friends. If you couldn’t be in Jaehyun’s arms, this was the next best place to be. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jiwon says, passing you a red solo cup that you assume is filled with some sort of concoction of soju and juice. “We’re going to pregame, and then when we get to the party, you’re finally giving Mark a chance.” The pointed look she gives you is one you know you can’t argue with. Even if there’s nothing more you’d rather do than lay in bed and wallow in your self-pity, you know your friends want the best for you. And so you do exactly as Jiwon says. 

The second you arrive at the party, Mark’s arm is around your waist. It’s impossible to fight the permanent blush that dances across your cheeks at the way he treats you. He’s so sweet, so incredibly sweet that you feel the cavities forming after you’ve pressed multiple short kisses on his lips. 

You’ve almost nearly forgotten your relationship with Jaehyun if you could even call it that. It’s not until you hear his laugh, his ex’s laugh echoing just as loud in your mind. Of course, he was here. It was Johnny’s party. He had to be here. He just couldn’t be here with you. It washes the sweetness of Mark out of your mouth, and suddenly you feel yourself on the brink of tears. 

As if he can feel the tsunami of emotions you’re feeling, Mark presses another sweet kiss on the corner of your lips. “Breathe.” When you look up at him with glossy eyes, he gently squeezes your hip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” And for some reason, you trust everything he says. Which is why Jaehyun’s forced to watch as you slip out of the house, one of his best friend’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

And that’s how you find yourself propped up on the hood of Mark’s car in an empty parking lot, a large fry shared between the two of you. You had also gotten a large soda, but Mark had forfeited the drink to you quickly, happy to see you sobering up. 

“I’m sorry, by the way,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“What for?” 

“For a lot,” you start, thinking about all the times you pretended to not notice the way Mark hovered around you, his eyes seemingly always on you. “But mainly for crying. Ruined the vibe, no?” 

Mark laughs at your words, and it squeezes your heart. You had always loved his laugh; it was just so… Mark. You think to yourself that there was nothing you wouldn’t do to hear his laugh. “Don’t apologize. You know I’m always in your court.” There’s a boyish smile on his lips as he speaks, unable to look you in the eye.

You swear your heart is melting. He had always been like this. Firm in his attraction, but always too shy to make a move. So you make the move for him. After a series of brief kisses, the two of you settle down, and time seems to fly with Mark. You guys watch the sunrise from the hood of his car, a spare blanket from his trunk wrapped tightly around the two of you. You had talked for hours, about anything and everything. It felt so natural being with him, nothing like Jaehyun. When he drops you off at home, you’re pressing a soft kiss to his lips. One that leaves him chasing your lips for a second. And a third. He returns home with a promise that you’ll give him a chance, him and only him. 

So you can’t blame him when he sends Jaehyun a cheeky text, the lyrics of the song you sang at the top of your lungs on the way home fresh on his mind. 

mark [8:20am]: i’m so sorry for your loss bro

Jaehyun doesn’t understand the text for a while. When he doesn’t hear from you for the next two weeks, he thinks it’s just like before. You just need your space, and then you’ll come crawling back. Just like you always do. You understood Jaehyun better than anyone; you never left him for long. He loved that about you. 

It’s Tuesday when he finally hears you again. Quickly, he rushes out of his room only to freeze in shock when he sees you under Mark’s arm on the couch. There was no fucking way you had left him for Mark Lee. You were his; you always had been. Mark fucking Lee had no right to have his arm slung over you like that. Not on the same couch where he had spent hours kissing you. “What is this?” he asks, doing his best to not explode on the spot. 

“Huh,” you ask, turning to look at him, “that’s our leftovers. You can have some.” You act like he’s talking about the white boxes the two of you had left on the counter. You know that’s not what he means though. But Mark had taken you out on a date this morning, something Jaehyun had never done. The two of you usually went back to your place to avoid running into Jaehyun, but Jiwon had claimed ownership of the apartment for just one day. Something along the lines of the sight of you and Mark making her lovesick. You had rolled your eyes at her dramatics but granted her wish nonetheless. 

“Good girl,” Mark whispers against your neck, pressing small kisses along the area. It was a message of encouragement only for your ears, and it was one that had heat spreading across your face. If there was one thing Mark asked of you when you first started talking, it was honesty. So you were honest. You had spent hours in his arms crying about how you loved Jaehyun, and how you felt so guilty towards him. And Mark did his best to comfort you. He always reminded you that he was there; he would teach you how to love him as you loved Jaehyun. Even better, he made sure you loved yourself. 

You had no idea how it made Mark feel, seeing you blatantly disregard your past fling as if he meant nothing to you. While he felt bad for Jaehyun, he meant it when he said he felt sorry for Jaehyun’s loss. Being with you was everything that he imagined and more. His heart was full, and he wasn’t going to let Jaehyun rain on his parade. 

“Yea, there’s a burger and some fries,” he says offhandedly, sliding off the couch and pulling you with him toward his room. “Enjoy.” 

Once the two of you are behind his doors, you burst into a fit of giggles. Whatever confidence Mark had seemed to seep into you as you pulled him into your arms and onto his bed. “You know, he’s probably livid,” you say, carding your fingers through his hair. 

“He has no right to be,” Mark scoffs, thinking about the numerous times he had seen you heartbroken over Jaehyun, “we’ll just call it his karma.” 

“I feel bad though.” 

He nips at the skin on your jaw, the grip he has on your waist tightening. “You’re seriously thinking about another man in my bed? Am I not good enough?” He shifts so that you’re under him, his arms caging you in. 

The pout on your lips is absolutely adorable, and Mark swears it takes every fiber of his being to not devour you on the spot. “You know that’s not what I mean.” 

“I’ll help you forget about him.” His body is on top of yours, his mouth busy on your neck once again. 

“Promise?” your voice almost gives out on you when he begins to nip and lick at the tender skin. 

“Promise, babe.” 

#guys im losing my mind if i wasnt hyped on caffeine this would be longer #but i am already thinking about fwb jaemin LOL #im also scared of writing big pieces so like... babysteps #mark #jaehyun #nct fic #mark fic #jaehyun fic #mark fluff #mark angst #jaehyun angst #nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct 127 fic #nct dream fic #wtf do i tag idk

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✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

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[moonjella]

TRICK OR TREAT — JUNG JAEHYUN

pairing || husband!jaehyun x wife!reader

synopsis || it's halloween and all you want is to spend a quiet night with your husband watching scary movies. but the constant ringing of the doorbell is more horrifying than whatever's playing on the tv. you've had enough of the trick or treaters and decide to play a trick of your own on your husband, to which he returns with a very special treat.

content || mature, minors do not interact! female reader, talk of pregnancy/impregnation, reader wants to have children. explicit smut — dry humping, unprotected sex, cumming inside, breeding kink, praise.

word count || 2.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day one : trick or treat.

“Trick or treat!”

“Aren’t you guys adorable?” Jaehyun beams at the little ones.

A pumpkin, a witch and a… well, you don’t know what the last one is but the costume was spooky enough.

And the grin of excitement on the child’s face makes your heart swell.

You reach behind the door to pull out the bowl of candy and their smiles reach their eyes at the sight of it.

“Once each, okay?”

“Thank you!” they chime while taking their favourite chocolate bars. You and Jaehyun remain at the door until their tiny bodies waddled onto the next house.

They were the first trick–or–treaters of the night. Though, the streets looked a little empty. Maybe this year would be quiet and you could watch your scary movies in peace.

You’re warmed by Jaehyun’s arm wrapping around your waist.

“I can’t wait for our kids to go trick–or–treating.”

“Me too,” you press a kiss to his cheek and he leads you both back to the kitchen to finish cleaning the dishes together. But a small sigh escapes you.

You’ve wanted kids for a while now. Motherhood is a terrifying thought at times but the thought of seeing your child’s smile on a daily basis makes you long for them now more than ever.

And you know Jaehyun feels the same way. The way he stops to wave and smile at kids every chance he gets, and when he crouches down to their level to hear what their tiny voices are saying — needless to say, you couldn’t wait to have children together.

Most of your friends and family expected the news of pregnancy immediately after your marriage, but two years later there’s still no sign of them.

“What are you moping about?” Jaehyun wanders over as you place the last bowl away. His arms snake around you, trapping you in his hold.

“Nothing much,” you breathe in his scent. “just feeling a bit tired, that’s all.”

“You’ve worked so hard today,” he kisses the crook of your neck as he speaks, his lips tickling your sensitive spot. “How about we put on a movie and relax?”

“Sounds good.”

You already know which movie to watch. In true Halloween essence, you choose the scariest film on your streaming service and settle down next to Jaehyun, who throws a blanket over both of you.

“Let’s get this over with.” He grumbles.

“Don’t be a scaredy–cat,” you snigger. “I bet it’s not even scary.”

“And I bet you’ll be the one hiding under the blanket.”

“Oh, shush.” You shut him up with a chaste kiss and press play only for you both to jump in your seats a few seconds in.

The second round of trick–or–treaters had arrived with a jumpscare. Your doorbell has never been so terrifying.

Breaking into a fit of nervous laughter, you both make your way to the door.

“Trick or treat!”

“You guys scared us,” Jae tells them and your hands wander to his waist, pulling him into a backhug while the children eye up the sweets. “Only one. Gotta save some for the other kids.”

They wave you goodbyes with cheery thanks and goosebumps erupt on your skin from the chilly air. In no time, you’re back under the blankets next to Jaehyun’s hot body. His heat warms you like it always does and the hand tracing up and down your thigh warms you in another way.

His small habit never fails to make you blush. Jaehyun is always touching your body, in one way or another but it’s the times like this when he finds comforts in rubbing your thighs.

When he’s nervous, or when he’s scared, it puts him at ease knowing you’re right beside him. And it seems the movie is getting to a good part because his fingertips dig into your flesh slightly. His chest rises and falls quickly which stirs the same reaction in you.

But yours is due to something else entirely.

His hand jumps higher and you bite your lips. Any higher and you’d be in trouble.

It feels silly getting turned on by such a simple and innocent action, but the thrill of the horror movie somehow adds to the sensation.

After all, the adrenaline a horror movie gives you isn’t so different to the adrenaline Jaehyun fills you with.

Ding dong!

You both jump again and this time Jaehyun lets out a tiny squeak. He tears his wide eyes away from the screen and to the door seriously.

“It’s just the trick–or–treater, Jae. You’re not afraid of some kids, are you?” you tease.

He gulps.

“No. Not at all.”

You both rise again, heading over the door to hand out some more candy. As much as you love seeing the children excited, it’s starting to feel like a chore.

The scold yourself for the thought. As someone who can’t wait to have children, you sure as hell grow sick of children quickly.

Maybe it’s a good thing it hadn’t happened yet.

Jae closes the door and you both crash on the couch again. Although you settle into his arms nicely, it feels odd for some reason.

You and Jaehyun never really talked about the issue properly. You’re on the same page in wanting to have children but neither of you never put it into action.

The only time you had sex without protection was on your wedding night. Other than that, you always had protected sex.

For a long time, you’ve wanted to bring it up to him. You know he wouldn’t react badly to your request for unprotected sex. But then again, maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t brought it up either. Maybe he’s not quite ready to be a father yet. Maybe he has doubts too.

As daunting as the thoughts are, you decide to brush them away and enjoy the movie. And Jaehyun’s reaction to the movie.

He’s a lot more scared than he’d like to admit.

Time passes and you’re onto the second movie. And the trick–or–treaters became much more frequent. At this point, Jae is answering the door every five minutes.

And here you were thinking it was going to be a quiet night.

You’d given up on answering the door with your husband and instead watched him from the couch. He’s trudging his way back to you, him too growing tired of it. While you admire his efforts, you can’t stand the cold you feel every time he leaves.

So this time, you pull him down with you, letting him lay on your chest and locking his hips between your legs. Hopefully no more trick–or–treaters would ring the doorbell because Jae’s body on top of you is like the comfiest blanket in the world.

You focus on the movie again, but it’s only a matter of time before Jae is up at the door complimenting another child’s costume.

You hold back a groan, growing frustrated. All you wanted was a quiet night, but this is getting too much. Jae’s attention is either on the children or the movie and a sting of jealousy flutters in your chest.

It’s petty, but you have a plan. One that will be sure of Jaehyun giving you his attention. And maybe you’ll finally satisfy your neediness.

He sits down and you climb into his lap, straddling him and successfully blocking his view of the television. Dark eyes flutter to you and his lips are wettened by the slip of his tongue.

Children aren’t the only ones who can play tricks tonight.

“Hey, baby,” he mutters. His hands find their place on your hips. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you say while nuzzling into his neck, lips grazing over the spot he likes the most. He shudders beneath you, immediately turned to putty in your hands.

You kiss your way up his neck, along his jawline and meet his lips in a frenzy of warmth.

To your surprise, he’s just as hungry. He sucks you in, fighting your tongue for dominance with a groan that rumbles through both bodies. You grind down and you clit finally finds some relief.

“Ah… Jae…”

His hands make their way around your neck, cusping your jaw and holding your head back so he can attack your neck.

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie, babe.”

“I want you instead,” you smirk, knowing your plan is working. His cock grows beneath you and you throw away the blanket which was acting as an obstruction to your grinding. “I always want you.”

“Fuck,” he gasped as his cock twitches to life. “Want you too, baby.”

Your lips meet again, wet and messy. The horrors of a cheesy thriller long forgotten and replaced with the desperate need to fulfil each other’s desires.

A moan is caught in your throat when he pulls your hips tighter against him and your chest hits his, breasts rubbing against him. There’s no way to escape his strong hold as his guides you back and forth in his lap.

You move faster, friction from the clothes heating you up and adding stimulation to both of your parts. It’s only a matter of time before you’re close to your high, so close…

Ding dong!

You still immediately, Jaehyun’s eyes also growing wide at the surprise. Of all the times to be interrupted…

This is far from the quiet night you imagined.

“Baby, I can’t answer the door like this.” He looks pretty beneath you, red cheeks and a sheen of sweat. And desperate, needy eyes.

“Let’s just ignore them.” You say and get back to stealing his breath away but the doorbell persists.

He pushes you for a moment and you part again. Speaking with his longing eyes only, he persuades you to answer the door.

“Fine.” You grumble and march over. You grab the bowl and swing open the door.

The children don’t even have a chance to finish their “trick or treat” before you shove the bowl at them.

“Take as many as you want.”

The door is slammed shut before you know it and you grab Jaehyun who is stunned by your actions, leading him up the stairs.

“Our bowl…”

“Fuck the bowl.” You say and kick open the bedroom door. You yank him down by the collars, crashing his lips onto yours while unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re right,” he grins. “I’ll fuck you instead.”

Large hands encompass your ass and your gently thrown on the bed. You’re pleasured with the view of him slipping off his shirt before he moves to your pants, pulling them down by your ankles.

You whip off your shirt, exposed in your lacey underwear.

Jaehyun crawls between your legs and your hands trace over his muscular chest and toned abs. Your head hits the pillow while your husband attacks your chest. He pulls down the thin fabric and takes your nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck, Jae!” you whine.

“Feel good, baby?”

You can only moan in response as his hand finds its way between your legs, teasing up and down and discovering the wet patch you made.

“So wet, baby. All for me?”

You nod timidly while biting your lip. You know he loves it because his eyes don’t move from them for a while.

“Need you so bad, Jae.”

You knock him out of his trance and he removes his pants, revealing his hardened cock.

You reach for him nimbly and take it in your palm, pushing yourself up to kiss him while you stroke his dick.

“You like that?”

He groans in response, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments before flying open when you tease his leaking tip. You trace circles around his slit making him shudder under your teasing touch.

His forehead hit yours as he takes your lips hungrily in his, noses nudging and tongues diving deep. You don’t cease your strokes, allowing him to rut gently into your hand until he pulls away with desperation.

“Jae…” you whine as he puts distance between your naked bodies.

“Need a condom, baby.” He mutters while reaching into the nightstand.

He’s fumbling with the box, his eagerness obvious with the way his fingers ravage the packets. You bite your lip, swallowing nervously.

You don’t want him to use one.

You want him to fuck you raw and fill you with his cum until he’s sure you’re knocked up.

“Jae,” you say softly, catching his attention. He’s over you in a second, stroking your heated cheeks and adoring your beautiful eyes as you lay your head on the pillow.

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you fuck me without a condom… please?”

His thumb stills on your cheek and you can almost feel the cold from his expression. If your racing heart is telling you anything, it’s that you’re terrified of what he’ll say.

You brace yourself for the rejection, but instead you receive warmth on your lips.

You’re engrossed in him as he explores all of you, lips not leaving yours for a second while his hands trace your skin. Your panties slip away with ease and he throws them away, now forgotten just like the box of condoms.

“You know what this means, right?” he finally asks.

You nod breathlessly.

“I want it, Jae. I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing his raging cock and rubbing the tip up and down your slit, spreading your arousal before lining up to your entrance. “I’ve waited so long for this, baby.”

You whimper, shuddering from the excitement growing in your core. His thumb teases your throbbing clit causing you to clench over nothing. But that would soon change.

“Say it again, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You rest your hands on the back of his neck, wrists lying on his shoulder. Just a simple touch of him grounds you from drifting away in pleasure.

“Please, Jae. Want you to fuck me so good, want you to cum inside me.”

Your sentence ends with a high–pitched whine as he pushes into you, groaning with surreal bliss.

You squeal his name excitedly. It’s been so long since you’ve felt him like this, so long that it feels entirely new. Like something you’ve never experienced before.

Every bit of his cock nudges against your walls. You’re tight around him, feeling every single thing. From his hot tip to the vein wrapped around his dick, you feel it all.

Your eyes roll back, head burying into the pillow while Jaehyun rocks back and forth allowing you to adjust to him.

When he’s fully seated in you, sweat dresses his forehead and you brush back his bangs. He smiles at you so tenderly and this feeling, all of these feelings… it’s like like falling in love all over again.

“Move,” you whisper to him. “please.”

He heeds your words and pulls out gently before shoving his cock back inside. His groan is loud against your ear and it stirs your insides, making them messy and distressed from the anticipation.

Your nipples rub against his chest sparking flames all across your body and your body is set alight when he quickens his pace. His arms wrap around your body, holding you impossibly close as his thrusts become harder.

You can only imagine how incredible he must be feeling from fucking you raw, from knowing the state he’ll leave you in.

“Fuck, Jae!”

“This what you wanted?”

You scream yes.

“Want me to cum in you? Want me to fuck you so good, like my pretty wife deserves?”

You mumble incoherently, whines and words becoming a mix of slurs.

“You’re so desperate for my cum, aren’t you?” his tone is almost condescending but you don’t care. You’re so fucking desperate.

“Cum inside me! Please!”

His rhythm quickens to the point where it feels there is no rhythm at all and you feel your own orgasm approaching.

“Ah… ah! I’m close!”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Finally get to put a baby in you. Gonna cum inside you, baby, and you’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

He emphasises each word with a particularly hard thrust and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your arms wrap fully around him, nails etching patterns into his skin and he cries into your neck, stuttering from his own pleasure.

Ropes of cum spurt into you and he lets out a loud groan. His hips shake as he pushes his cock in deeper than ever before. You feel it twitch inside you and you feel so full.

He rides you gently through your high, making only slight movements as to not shake you too much from your dazed state.

Your mind is abuzz, your skin aflame and you can’t help but collapse entirely when he finally lifts up.

There he is again, admiring your blissed out face and when his eyes spot the cum leaking out from your pussy around his cock, he feels himself growing hard again.

He’s waited so long to do this with you, to finally make a baby with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “And you’re gonna be even more beautiful when you’re all knocked up. Gonna look so pretty carrying our baby.”

Our baby.

Your body shivers with excitement.

He hisses down your arm, reaching your palm, kissing every fingertip before placing your warm hand against his face.

Rubbing his cheeks into it, he closes his eyes and breathes in. You wish this moment could last forever.

“You’re going to be such a good father, Jae.” You smile.

And his lips grown wide with satisfaction.

“And you’ll be an amazing mother,” he kisses you. “But I gotta make sure I did the job properly first.”

He strokes your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face as he begins moving his hips again.

“Gonna fill you up until you can’t take any more.”

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"wanna suck you off Jake.."

"yeah? Get on your knees for me, pretty"

Ughh Jake let me suck you off plsss 🙏🏻

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[sluttyten]

In Your Arms

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twelve: Threesome w/ Jaehyun & Mark

Word Count: 6,525

**a uni au with bisexual!jaehyun, bisexual!mark, and this does involve member x member to a certain degree

Up until this point in the night, you’d not wondered if coming to the NCT frat’s Halloween party was a bad idea. You’d been having fun, but now, you were second-guessing your decision.

At the moment, you were busy wiping fake blood off your throat and chest after one of the drunk frat guys had thrown a water balloon filled with the stuff at you. You didn’t think anything of it when there was a soft knock at the door, when Mark cracked the door open and peered inside.

“Woah, what happened to you?” He asks, slipping inside, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

You’re not sure what his costume is. He’s wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt, a hat sitting backwards on his head, and he’s not wearing shoes. Maybe he’s not even dressed up.

“Fake blood.” You smudge at your chest, glancing up into the mirror to catch Mark ogling your tits. When he looks up a second later, realizing that he’s been caught, he smiles sweetly, his expression so genuine that you can’t even be mad. “Have you seen Jaehyun? He told me he was going to get me something else to wear.”

You neglect to tell Mark that the reason Jaehyun, the third in your inseparable trio, is fetching you something clean is because he was there when the fake blood balloon hit. He took the brunt of it as, at the moment when it hit, he had been fucking you, pinning you against the back wall of the pool house, not that it had done much to keep you out of sight. Someone had clearly spotted the two of you and decided to interrupt with the balloon.

“Yeah,” Mark folds his arms across his chest, leaning back against the bathroom door. “I saw him.” 

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, as you shove the tissue down the front of your top. The sticky liquid--whatever it is--has dripped down between your boobs. You don’t really care if Mark watches; he’s skinny-dipped with you and Jaehyun before, so he’s already seen it all.

“Can I ask you something?” Mark asks. 

Distracted as you are with cleaning yourself up, you don’t even think before telling him to ask away. You don’t look up at him in the mirror as you reach a hand down your top, palming your tit so you can do your best to wipe at the underside.

Mark shifts with his back to the door, the wood creaking a little. 

“So,” he says casually, “How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?”

For a moment your world splinters. What did he just say? 

“What did you just say?” You abandon your cleaning efforts, turning to fully face Mark. 

“How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?” Mark repeats. “I know you’ve been at it for a few weeks with him at least, like, you’re not as sneaky as you might like to think. I have eyes. And ears. His bedroom is right beside mine.”

You’re not sure what to say. 

For one thing, you hadn’t wanted Mark to find out that you were fucking Jaehyun. He was the other third of your trio, and with you and Jaehyun together it would shift the dynamic if Mark knew. So you had done your best to keep it a secret. It’s not like you were dating Jaehyun, but Mark might feel excluded. 

Only now do you realize that Jaehyun had apparently been doing his very best to keep Mark feeling included.

Or, maybe, you realized, it was you that he’d included after the fact.

“How long have you...?” You trail off. “We started about four months ago. The second night of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire.”

That whole thing had been a mess. Haechan and Taeil’s birthdays were only about a week apart, so they decided to throw an enormous birthday party for themselves. Originally it had been a one day, 24-hour event, but those set hours expanded to fill three days of endless chaos and drinking. 

It was night two bordering on day three when you and Jaehyun and Mark were all drinking together. The party had mostly tapered out for the night. A few of the guys were still drunkenly singing karaoke inside. The three of you were sitting outside on a picnic blanket, drinking around the dying embers of the bonfire. Mark passed out at some point, his head pillowed on Jaehyun’s thigh, and you and Jaehyun had kept drinking and giggling together over silly nothings, until suddenly Jaehyun kissed you.

It had taken you completely by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Even though you hadn’t been sure about his feelings towards you, you’d been crushing on him since almost the beginning of this friendship two years ago. So when he pulled away, with a high flush in his cheeks, you’d dragged him back in.

But when Mark had grumbled something in his sleep, shifting his head on Jaehyun’s thigh, you’d both broken apart, remembering that you weren’t alone. And maybe it was the heat of the kiss simmering under your skin or maybe the drinks you’d had, but something inside you evaporated your brain-to-mouth filter, and the words just flew out when you asked, “D’you wanna fuck?”

Jaehyun had been nice enough to carry drunk Mark inside, leaving him in the care of the karaoke-ing boys before he snuck you up to his room. 

That mini-episode of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire hadn’t lasted terribly long. But it was good. A highlight of the three-day party.

Which is why you’d done it again and again.

Mark stares at you now as you’ve made your confession. “Four months ago? Impressive.”

“And what about you?” You press him for an answer.

Before Mark can voice his answer, there’s another knock at the bathroom door, and the door is shoved open, knocking Mark forward.

“Oh, sorry, bro,” Jaehyun apologizes as he slips in, oblivious to the mildly tense atmosphere between his two lovers. To you, he says, “Here, you can wear this.” 

He holds out a shirt to you, one of his favorite baggy ones that will definitely fit you like a dress. You know you should put it on now, take off the probably ruined outfit you’re wearing, but Mark is still staring at you.

“Jae, Mark knows about us.” You say the words quickly while holding Mark’s gaze. “And he told me that you’ve been fucking too.”

Best to just put it all out there in the open, you decide.

You expect Jaehyun to do one of three things. One, he might just flat out deny it. Two, he might say that one of you is lying to the other. Three, he’ll admit that he was sleeping with both of you.

Jaehyun takes the unexpected fourth option.

“Yeah, and?” He looks back and forth between you and Mark before he thrusts his hand out towards you, still holding the shirt he’s lending you. “Are you two not fucking? I thought this was an all three of us kind of thing?”

You wonder how many times tonight you’re going to be so caught off guard that you’re speechless. First was the balloon of fake blood splattering across you while Jaehyun was balls-deep inside you. Second was Mark’s little bombshell. Third is this. 

Mark actually laughs. “What?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun deadpans. “Like, I thought I was being obvious with both of you, but I also thought it seemed like you two were hooking up too. If you’d seen yourselves, you would get what I’m talking about. Always cuddling, touching.” He looks right at you as he says, “Mark’s definitely jerked off thinking about you.”

“Dude!” Mark spins around, slapping his hand against Jaehyun’s arm. 

Jaehyun hisses, gritting his teeth. “What? You think I can’t hear you through the wall? Just come over instead of touching yourself alone; you know I’m always good.”

They begin to bicker back and forth, but you’re not listening. You’re still computing, wading your way through this flood of information. You know Jaehyun’s right. You also know that you probably should’ve seen it before now that they were hooking up too. 

You think of all the times that you’ve seen Mark wrap his arms around Jaehyun, tucking his nose against the elder’s neck. The number of times you’ve come over in the morning to walk with Mark to class or to take them both out to brunch, and you’ve found them both in Jaehyun’s bed, looking extremely comfortable. You think of the time you walked through the front door of the frat house to find Jaehyun on a beanbag chair, his legs spread with Mark kneeling between them massaging Jaehyun’s thighs, both of them staring at each other. At the time it had seemed like nothing; there were other members of the frat around.

But you think too that you can see what Jaehyun was saying about you and Mark. You do cuddle with him. You do sometimes fall asleep in Mark’s bed, but that’s never been anything sexual. Not really. You’ve skinny dipped together, wrestled together across the living room floor for the TV remote. You’ve helped him shower the one time he was so drunk he puked all over himself and desperately needed to be cleaned up. You’ve both seen each other naked several times. You’ve kissed his cheeks, he’s touched your ass. All of these things that didn’t seem like anything at the time. But now everything is reframing, the images in your mind lining up, and you see the bigger picture. 

Mark gasps in surprise when you suddenly lurch forward, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards you, and you connect your lips with his. 

It’s not a well-coordinated first kiss. Your mouth bumps against his teeth, noses knock together. The kiss is more of groaning in pain into each other’s mouths than a proper kiss. 

“There,” you sigh as you pull away from Mark. “Now, we’ve all kissed.”

“I don’t think that really counted,” Mark says.

Jaehyun snorts, raking his fingers through his hair. “Right, I think you two might need to kiss again.”

So you do. This time Mark kisses you first, as if to prove to you that he’s a good kisser, that the first kiss was just a one-time mistake. This time he’s smooth with it. There’s no pain of facial features hitting together. 

“Alright now,” Jaehyun says after a moment. You feel his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back gently from Mark. “I think that’s enough.”

But Mark’s hands have drifted up to your chest, giving the curve of your tits beneath your dress a good palming. He doesn’t seem eager to let you go, moaning a little in protest as Jaehyun tries to make you stop again. 

“Stop it, we’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Jaehyun says, and you hear Mark moan even as he pulls out of the kiss. It’s only as you blink your eyes open a bit dazedly that you see why Mark made such a sound. Jaehyun’s fingers are at the back of Mark’s head, threaded tightly through a sizable chunk of Mark’s hair. 

“Later,” Jaehyun repeats, and not a moment too soon. 

Someone takes up knocking on the bathroom door. Only then do you seem to fully snap back to reality, remembering the fact that you’re in a bathroom in a frat house, that this is a Halloween party. The knocking grows louder and more frantic, paired with a drunk whine of “Let me in!” over and over. 

Jaehyun opens in and a drunk girl stumbles in, ignoring that the three of you are in there. You grab both Jaehyun and Mark by the hand, dragging them out of the bathroom to leave the poor girl alone. 

So, with your chest still sticky and your dress somewhat stained from the fake blood, you rejoin the party with your two best boys. Neither of them stray too far, all three of you are caught in the same orbit—hands sliding over waists, hands brushing, a lingering glance, bodies pressed together in the heat of the crowd of dancers in the frat’s backyard, Jaehyun lowering his head to Mark’s throat to lick up a bead of sweat while he looks right at you. 

Someone brings out more of the fake blood water balloons. They’re launched into the crowd, lobbed from overhead. Some are dropped from the windows of the house’s upper floor, some are possibly from the roof. Soon, the ground is slick with it, the crowd covered. Everything looks like a nightmare, but the party rages on. 

When Jaehyun kisses you, tasting the fake blood on your lips, he smirks and dives back in for more. “I think it’s raspberry jam, maybe,” he says, trailing his lips down your throat. From behind you, you feel Mark do the same, his tongue at your shoulder, licking up a splatter of red. 

You don’t care if people are watching, not when you have Jaehyun’s mouth on your collarbones, Mark sucking at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Mark’s hands are on your hips, his body fitted up right behind yours. You know people can see you, people who have only known the three of you as the inseparable trio, not as this new three-headed sexual entity you’ve become tonight. 

You don’t care that both of your boys’ hands wander, sticky and red over your body, smearing your skin even more, bringing the dress to a state of ruin that you know you’ll never be able to bring it back from. 

When it gets to the point that you’re gasping, sighing their names, clutching at the pair of them while you grind back against Mark, Jaehyun decides to call it a night. 

“Come with me.” He murmurs the words against your lips, but then his hand glides over your shoulder, reaching behind you to touch Mark too. 

Jaehyun takes your hand, and you take Mark’s. He leads the way through the crowd, weaving the way back inside, up the stairs, heading for the bathroom this had all begun in tonight. 

Mark locks the door when you’re all inside. No interruptions this time. 

Jaehyun turns the shower on, letting the water heat as he pulls his shirt over his head. Mark mirrors Jaehyun. Shirts disappear, chests revealed, the sticky drips of the jelly blood run over their chests, one long trail of it even reaches Jaehyun’s abs, and it’s Mark that goes for that. 

You watch him drop to his knees in front of Jaehyun, raising his pretty dark eyes to look up at Jaehyun’s face when Mark’s mouth touches skin, his tongue flat against Jaehyun’s belly. 

Jaehyun lifts his arms up, tucking his hands behind his head with a low moan, his eyes closing as Mark locks higher, tracing the taste all the way to the source at Jaehyun’s throat. 

“Get in the shower, hyung,” Mark commands, his lips on Jaehyun’s skin. 

Jaehyun’s pants are gone in an instant. He nearly stumbles over them in his hurry to step backwards into the glass shower. 

Only then do you remember that you need to undress too. You’re not just here as a spectator. You’re a very willing and eager participant in this show. 

As you begin working your fingers down the laces of the corset top of this dress, Mark strips away his last layer. His ass is always so perfect, round and cute, you’ve wanted to sink your teeth into it on multiple occasions, and judging by the current bruise in the shape of a mouth that adorns one cheek, you wonder if someone has. If that someone is Jaehyun, maybe. 

Your fingers work a little faster, jerking at the laces as you watch Mark follow Jaehyun into the shower. He presses up against the elder, their bodies flush together when Mark pins Jaehyun to the wall, his mouth moving with feverish intensity across Jaehyun’s chest and throat, kissing higher and higher until Jaehyun’s head is tipped back against the wall with Mark’s face buried in his throat. 

“Fuck, Mark,” Jaehyun moans. His fingers clutch at Mark’s shoulders. “Right there.”

At last the last of your laces is loosened, and you slide the dress down your body, shimmying it over your hips until it pools at last around your feet. 

“Me too,” you beg as you join them at last under the shower’s warm spray. You press yourself up against Jaehyun’s side, and he pulls an arm away from Mark to loop it around your hips instead, his throat vibrating with another moan as your mouth joins Mark’s. 

It’s a little too crowded with both of you at his throat, and you each move at the same time to free up a little space. You claim Jaehyun’s lips, his mouth opening for you to dive in and explore, while at the same time Mark sinks to his knees again. 

You’re too preoccupied with the way Jaehyun’s tongue is tangling with yours to take much notice of what Mark is up to. Only when you feel his hand on your thigh, when you feel his other hand bump against your belly do you break the kiss with Jaehyun to look down. Jaehyun takes that opportunity to moan, swearing around Mark’s name. 

Mark has his lips around Jaehyun’s cock, suckling prettily at the tip. His hand on your thigh massages, drifting higher and lower again, driving you wild as his fingers approach the deep heat throbbing between your thighs, only to massage back down your thigh again. 

Jaehyun kisses the side of your head, his fingers brush your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. When your lips meet his again is right when Mark finally stops teasing, and his fingers glide right along your slit, offering your clit some of that sweet friction you crave. You gasp, and Jaehyun just smiles into the kiss. 

Mark is good at multitasking, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. He’s always busy, involved in multiple clubs as well as the frat. He can juggle multiple tasks simultaneously, and you’ve never understood how he’s able to do that so easily, but it impresses you. And that ability at multitasking has never impressed you more than right now as Mark sucks Jaehyun off and swirls his fingers smoothly against your clit, dipping his fingers back further occasionally to pick up some of the wetness gathering at your entrance. 

When Mark finally does sink his fingers inside your hungry cunt, you have to break away from Jaehyun, a loud moan forcing its way from your lips. Both of them laugh as the sound echoes off the tiles, and you hide your face against Jaehyun’s shoulder. 

“Do Mark’s fingers feel good, babe?” Jaehyun teases. “Wait til you feel his cock.”

Mark looks up, his lips pulled into a smirk while he takes a moment to just jerk Jae off, licking his lips while his eyes meet yours. “Not to brag, but Jaehyun loves my cock, so I’m sure you will too. He’s always crying and begging for more when I’m in him.” 

Mark’s grin shines brighter when he feels your pussy give a throb of arousal around his fingers. 

“Do you like that?” He asks, stroking his fingers along your walls. “Thinking of us together? Bet you didn’t imagine Jae was the one taking it, huh? Can you imagine him with his cock leaking across his belly, pink in the face from begging me for more. He’s a cockslut. Right, hyung?” 

Jaehyun huffs out a laugh, only slightly amused at Mark’s story. “Don’t act like you’re not the same exact way sometimes, Markie.  Need to be filled from both ends or you’re not satisfied, isn’t that right? Gagging around my fingers while I fuck you?”

The visuals they’re giving you are too much. You can picture it all in your mind, layered over the present image of Mark holding his tongue out as he swallows Jaehyun’s cock down again. 

That’s when Jaehyun starts to take a more aggressive approach to Mark’s blowjob rather than his passive stance before. He rocks his hips forward, his hand letting Mark’s hair tenderly while he fucks Mark’s mouth. 

You don’t blame Mark for slipping his hand away from you. His slick fingers slide down the back of your thigh, holding on instead of fingering you. Your cunt throbs, hungry for attention, and you could touch yourself but why do that when there’s two men here with you? For the moment, you decide, you’ll focus on Jaehyun along with Mark. 

You consider dropping to your knees too. Sharing Jaehyun’s cock with Mark, mouths meeting around The shaft or the tip, both of you getting your faces painted with his cum. You can imagine it, but Mark’s sunken into the bliss of Jaehyun’s cock ramming down his throat, so you leave that to him alone. 

Instead you pay your attention to another spot you know Jaehyun has a weakness for. 

His sensitive nipples were something you found out about long before you started hooking up. One day hanging out with him and Mark, Mark had playfully twisted Jaehyun’s nipple through his shirt as retribution for something, and Jaehyun had moaned, his whole body twitching. He’d tackled Mark to the ground shortly after that, pinning the younger man beneath him and telling him in a voice just loud enough for you to hear that Mark knew how sensitive his nipples were, he couldn’t believe he would do that to him when they were in public. Maybe you should have known then that there was something a little more than just friendship between them, because Mark had followed that up with a laugh and touching Jaehyun’s ass in a pretty suggestive way before Jaehyun crawled off of him. 

Since that day, you’ve taken advantage of the knowledge of Jaehyun’s sensitive nipples several times. Tonight you do as well. 

“Really?” He groans when you drop your hand to tweak his right nipple, and he says, “You're both so—“ 

Whatever you and Mark are both so, you don’t find out. Jaehyun’s voice cuts off in a moan as Mark presses his mouth all the way down around Jaehyun, swallowing around him, his nose pressed against Jaehyun’s abdomen. 

You kiss down Jaehyun’s chest until your tongue meets the pert bud of his left nipple, your fingers still working over the other one. 

Jaehyun moans, short bursts of the sounds, quiet enough that with the shower running you doubt anyone outside of the bathroom can hear, but it’s near-constant. He presses his chest away from the shower wall against your lips and hand, your teasing ministrations at his nipples, driving a blush high into his cheeks and ears. 

Your tongue flicks over his nipple, his hips rocking forward, driving his cock down Mark’s throat. Your best friend takes it so well, his throat open and eyes lifting to watch you and Jaehyun. His hands brace on Jaehyun's thighs. 

“Mark, Mark,” Jaehyun moans, his fingers spreading across the back of Mark’s neck. “Want you to swallow it for me, bro. Be a good boy.”

And then he’s cumming. His abs go taut, his eyes close, he presses his hand against the back of Mark’s neck while he pushes his hips flat against Mark’s face. You hold your mouth against his chest, still lightly swirling your finger around the other nipple. 

When Jaehyun’s hand falls away, Mark starts moving again, sucking slowly, bobbing his head on Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun moans softly, his hips rocking gently to match Mark, until Mark finally pulls back, and Jaehyun’s soft cock slips from his lips. 

He stands quickly, reaching for you, his hand against your neck bringing you in for a kiss. As you angle your head slightly, as Mark leans in, you realize you can see some of Jaehyun’s cum dribbling from Mark’s lips. What you don’t realize until he’s already kissing you, is that Mark’s mouth is still full of Jaehyun’s cum. 

Mark’s tongue darts out between his lips, sliding against yours, teasing you into opening your mouth. And the moment you do, Mark seals his mouth against yours and pushes Jaehyun’s cum from his tongue to yours. It’s a stickier kiss than you’ve ever experienced, the taste bitter but sexy on your tongue. Mark pulls back enough that Jaehyun can see the sticky, creamy press of your lips, the passage of cum from tongue to tongue. It’s filthy and strange and hot. 

You kiss him until the cum is gone, until your lips tingle, and Mark slows the kiss. You want to reach for his hand, or Jaehyun’s, or both of them, and bring their fingers between your thighs. But they get distracted with each other again before you can do it. 

As soon as Mark is parted from your face, Jaehyun lands a hand on his shoulder. 

“I told you to swallow it,” Jaehyun tells him. 

Mark nods, his eyes crinkling as his smile grows. “Yeah, but you have to admit, that was so much better, dude.”

“Really, you’re gonna call me dude when your mouth still tastes like my cum?” Jaehyun asks, tightening his hold on Mark’s shoulder. 

Mark sticks his tongue out, a childish response, but Jaehyun darts forward, sucking Mark’s tongue into his mouth. 

Mark’s cock bumps against your thigh as he twists, the tangle of your three bodies together beneath the shower’s spray meaning there’s not a part of any of you that’s not touching the other two. 

“Hyung,” Mark’s voice comes out as a whine. “Dude, touch me or something.”

It’s you that slips your hand in between your bodies, fingers sliding over the last remnants of fake blood, the majority of which has been washed off by the shower you’re all not really using. Mark moans when your fingers circle the base of his cock. 

Jaehyun’s hand explores around behind your back, sliding against your hip, over your bottom, and then down between your legs when he fills you with two of his fingers. 

“You’re so wet right now for us, babe,” Jaehyun murmurs the words against Mark’s lips, but you know they’re meant for you. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you?”

Mark groans, pushing away from Jaehyun’s chest. “You just came, dude! Don’t be fucking selfish with her.”

You want Mark. That would be true even if Jaehyun wasn’t the one who’d just been given an orgasm, if he wasn’t still soft against your hip. Mark’s been setting your senses wild all night, like a series of fireworks embedded deep inside you. 

“Can we move this from the shower?” You ask, then say, “Then I want Mark. But I can take both of you, Jae. Don’t want you to feel left out.”

Mark nods. “Right. Shower sex is hot, but I don’t know about a threesome in here. Sounds a little too slippery and dangerous.”

So the sex is put on pause for a couple minutes. The three of you shower off, rinsing away the last of the fake blood. That’s not to say that hands don’t wander, that lips don’t chase shampoo suds down your neck to your chest. 

Mark watches as Jaehyun palms your tits, claiming to be “washing” you while really he’s mostly just teasing your nipples. 

You’re clean first, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around you from the linen closet just inside the door. Mark’s next, grabbing a towel that he wraps loosely around his waist. He stoops to grab the clothes piled on the floor, and then he’s crowding you toward the door. 

“Better hurry, bro!” Mark calls as you get the bathroom door open. “We’re not waiting!”

You and Mark hurry across the hallway to Jaehyun’s bedroom. Mark dumps the dirty clothes on the floor in here, then he drops his towel. You let yours fall as well. 

“God, forgive me,” Mark groans, staring right at you. “I really love your tits.”

You laugh, spreading your arms as Mark approaches. He crouches slightly, arms wrapping around your waist, his mouth going right to your tits, and when he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his hips. 

Mark moans against your chest, holding one arm secure around your lower back while he brings his other hand to cup your tit, squeezing gently while his mouth covers the nipple of the same breast. 

You sigh his name, combing your fingers through his hair. 

In his arms like this, with his lips sucking sweetly at your tit, you feel like you’ve made all the right decisions tonight. Mark walks backwards towards Jaehyun’s bed, sitting down heavily on the edge when his knees bump into the bedframe. 

You can’t resist grinding against him, not now when you’re sat in his lap, his cock rubbing right up against your slit. “Mark,” his name falls, breathless from your lips, “Need you to fuck me.”

He hums against your chest, kissing from one breast to the other, and he loosens his arm from your waist to bring that hand up to your chest as well. Mark presses your tits together, his lips passing back and forth between the nipples, and your mind is going slightly haywire from that and from the way that you’ve found the perfect angle to grind against his cock—your clit rubbing right against his tip, precum leaking from him making the glide even easier. 

Neither of you hesitate to continue when the door opens behind you. You can hear the party still going outside, down below you in the house, but when the door shuts again, the sound diminishes. 

Jaehyun settles down on the bed beside Mark, and you turn to look at him. His skin is all pink from the shower, hair dripping down his face. His cock is half-hard again, resting against his thigh as he looks at you and Mark. 

“Should’ve known I’d find you buried in her tits, Mark,” Jaehyun says. “He’s always been obsessed with them. First time we met you, before we were even friends, he was going on and on afterwards about how pretty your boobs looked. Talked about titty-fucking quite a bit with Jungwoo, if I remember right.”

Mark pulls one hand away only long enough to flip Jaehyun off, before he’s brought it back to your chest. 

You laugh. You wouldn’t mind Mark titty-fucking you, but first tonight you want him to properly fuck you. 

“Jae,” your voice is husky, half a moan at all times as you continue working your clit against Mark’s cock. “Can you grab a condom?”

“Of course, babe,” he agrees, leaning up to press a single kiss to your lips before he’s moving away, over to the desk drawer where he keeps his condoms, lube, and refined selection of toys. When he returns, Jaehyun kneels on the floor in front of Mark. He taps your bottom, presses a hand against your hip, and you get the message. You tip Mark backwards onto his back so you’re over top of him, your hips lifted away from his cock now. 

He pulls his mouth away from your tits, complaining a little as your heat has pulled away from his cock. But his complaint dies on his lips as soon as Jaehyun’s hand wraps around him. You hear the tearing open of the condom’s packaging, the foil wrapper being tossed away, and then Mark moans, his head tipped back on Jaehyun’s bed. Your tits still hover above his mouth, and honestly, you’re a little tempted to lower your chest, to smother Mark a little with your tits. 

Jaehyun works the condom down over Mark’s length, jerking his hand over his erection until Mark is rocking his hips up off the bed, ready to bury himself inside you. 

You’re ready for it too, but before Jaehyun helps either of you out with that wish, you feel his fingers pressing inside you. 

Jaehyun stretches you around his fingers, his lips brushing against your ass cheek. “Gotta stretch you well for him,” he says. 

Mark lifts his head, again devoting his lips to pleasuring your tits while Jaehyun fingerfucks you. Under the combined power of the two, it’s not long before you’re trembling, your body pressing back on Jaehyun’s fingers, craving the orgasm that’s at his fingertips. He’s got you stretched well enough for Mark, you know he does, he’s just teasing now, and you cry out for it, telling him you just need to cum. 

“Then cum for us,” Jaehyun says, his voice deep, and his tongue brushes right around where his fingers enter you. 

Your pussy sinks down around Jaehyun’s fingers until you meet his palm. You want more. Want it deeper and bigger. You need Mark. 

Jaehyun knows exactly what you need, pulling his fingers away, and immediately Mark’s tip is there against you. He lifts his hips without a second of hesitation, driving his cock right into you. Your body flashes with heat and tingling pleasure, cumming as soon as Mark enters you, and it’s so good, cumming as he fucks your tight pussy, your walls hugging around his cock in a warm welcome. 

His mouth falls away from your tits. All you can do is pant and moan, lifting yourself up to sit down fully on his cock. Your thighs feel a bit like jelly, but you work yourself down on Mark’s cock, riding your hips in circles and rocking in his lap, grinding on him in just the right way that he’s in constant exhilarating contact with your G spot. 

A second orgasm quickly follows the first because of that. 

Mark takes over then, his hands on your hips as he cants his hips off the bed, thrusting up into you while you drape yourself forward over him. 

“Kiss me,” he tells you. “Want you to kiss me.”

You turn your head to the side, lips seeking Mark’s though the first connection is a miss with your lips landing beside his nose when he gives a thrust that nearly knocks you off-balance. But then your lips find Mark’s, and this is so much better than your first kiss with him from a few hours ago.

Jaehyun touches you both. You can feel his hands along your thighs, your ass, your back. You feel it too when the back of his hands brush your thighs while he touches Mark. You can hear the change in pitch in Mark’s moans when Jaehyun touches him in ways you can’t see. 

Mark’s hips lift off the bed, again and again, thrusting roughly into you as his orgasm approaches. You can feel a third one rising in you as well, your belly going tight, and your clit feels so sensitive as Jaehyun reaches around you, thumbing at the swollen nub. 

Marks breathing picks up, panting against your lips, your kiss barely more than lips just brushing while you each feel the first effects of your orgasms, tendrils of pleasure spreading through you before the final burst. 

Jaehyun pinches your clit, and you feel your orgasm bubble burst, the knot in your belly releases, and you rock down to meet Mark’s rapid thrusts as his climax catches up to him too. He fills the condom, moaning your name and Jaehyun’s, fucking you through his orgasm with slower rolls of his hips until at last he drops his ass down against the bed and stays there. 

You pull off of him, slumping onto the side. You’re so sensitive that you shudder when you close your legs, but Jaehyun’s there, soothing kisses along your thighs, over your belly. He kisses higher and higher until his lips meet yours. 

Distantly, you’re aware of Mark getting up, disposing of the condom. You think he leaves the room too, but your awareness doesn’t stretch quite that far. He’s back before you’re finished kissing Jaehyun, and Mark settles back down on the bed, getting comfortable with his head on one of Jaehyun’s pillows. He’s dressed, blinking sleepily. 

You leave the room too, going to pee before you come crawling back. Jaehyun’s left a shirt out for you to put on, but you skip it, just crawling naked back into bed beside him. He’s in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling, and as you lie down, you reach for him, your hand sliding over the front of his underwear. 

“Stop,” he says, brushing your hand away. 

“But what about you?” You reach for Jaehyun, but he captures your hands. “You didn’t get to cum again.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He lifts your hand to his face, kissing your knuckles. “You’re clearly done. You should sleep. Mark’s already halfway there.”

Mark makes a little grunt of acknowledgement. 

“Go on,” Jaehyun prods you gently, and you roll onto your other side, tucking yourself up against Mark. 

Jaehyun leaves the bed for a moment, quietly moving around the room. He turns the light off, locks the door, he lays a blanket over you and Mark before he settles back down behind you. 

“Next time,” Jaehyun tells you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back. “Next time we’ll fuck you together. How’s that sound?”

It sounds like a promise, like something to look forward to. You’re exhausted tonight, well satisfied with everything that’s transpired, but you can’t help letting your mind wander to all the different possibilities now that there are three of you. 

You tuck your head against Mark’s shoulder, settling against him while Jaehyun continues rubbing your back. 

In this moment, wrapped in their arms and their comforting presences, you’ve never felt stronger about the two of them. They’re your best friends, in the most absolute and true way. Adding sex into the equation with them just seemed like the natural next step, just building on this solid foundation you’ve established over the last couple years. You love them, wholeheartedly. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but in the way that feels like soulmates, like no matter what happens in the future, no matter if your paths diverge, if this sexual relationship doesn’t continue, you will always love them in the purest way. 

Overcome with that feeling, you just need to let it. 

“I love you both,” you tell them, your words a little distorted by your cheek against his shoulder. “There’s no one else I would do this with.”

Mark makes a small happy sound, wrapping his arm around your hip, mumbling back easily, “Love you both, too.”

Jaehyun is quiet for a moment, a thoughtful silence, one that makes you wish you could see his face right then, but you’re comfortable so you’re not moving. And you’re glad you didn’t shift because a moment later you feel the heat of his presence against your back, and then his lips leave a kiss against the back of your head. 

You hear the soft sound too as he lifts his head away from yours and leaves a kiss on Mark’s cheek. 

“I love you two.” And there’s a depth, a weight behind his words that make you wonder, how deep is his love?

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #nct kinktober #sorry this one is so late!! i took a nap when i got home from work bc i had a horrible headache #but i just finished this! #and now i need to write the one for tomorrow and the next 3 days

[struggling-intuit]

peach fizz (M)

you x jaehyun || your husband is perfect and eats pussy like a god

bibi || restless

prompt || of his ability to anticipate a partner's needs

wc || 1.7k

warnings || MINORS, GO PLAY WITH YOUR AGE-APPROPRIATE TOYS; femme!reader, husband!jaehyun, jae has a thick dick, he cooks, post-work foot massage, cute cringe, penetration, soft romantic sex, finger sucking, reader is overworked, pussy licking, jae is very pussy drunk but also respectful of your boundaries

You shoulder your way into your apartment, weighed down by your work computer with files precariously balanced alongside your purse and winter coat.

Another night of work off the clock.

Your department is hell, more so ever since you got promoted to manager. You’re absolutely swamped.

You barely see your husband anymore, barely see yourself when you look in the mirror. Not to be dramatic, but you might just be a husk of your former self.

Shrugging off your blazer, you collapse onto the couch. When was the last time you had a break? You don’t remember.

A nap would be great right now. It really would. Face-first deep into the plush of the sofa, bathed in the golden-hour light scattered across the wooden floorboards, enveloped by the warm aroma of tomato, onion, oregano, is that parmesan? Your eyes snap open.

Jae.

As if he could hear thoughts, the man in question comes meandering out of the kitchen.

“Dinner’s almost ready.”

He’s smiling as he leans down to kiss you on your temple then shifts out of view. You hear him kneeling behind you.

“How was your day?” he asks.

He relieves your heels from your feet, thumb brushing against the tired sole. You don’t say anything.

“That bad?”

The rich timbre of Jaehyun’s sluggish articulation reverberates through you, ghosting up your spine to tickle the shell of your ear. He chuckles at the full-body shiver the sensation triggers and lifts your foot, soft lips tenderly pressing against your ankle.

“Haechan’s bothering you again?”

You sigh as his fingers dig into your calf, working into knots so dense they must’ve been there for a fortnight.

“He just – ooh… never does his work right the first time. I’m always having to correct it.”

“That sucks.” He strokes the side of your knee as if to reassure you. “You shouldn’t have to take on his work when you have so much to do already.”

You groan as Jae’s attention shifts back to your feet, kneading sweet pressure into patches turned tough from endless days of running back and forth trying to keep the company afloat.

He hums in thought, hands stilling for a half-second.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know-ah!”

He's found a new rhythm, knuckles pressing into your left heel and pushing up the back of your leg before switching to the right. You try to ignore the faint throbbing between your thighs.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?”

The heel of his hand drives into the muscle, cutting through a particularly annoying kink like butter.

“Oh my god, Jae, please.”

“What?”

You just know his mouth is quirked with that lazy smile of his. He’s been waiting for you to say his name.

“Jaehyun,” you acquiesce, just above a whisper and mumbled into the cushion. Your body is flushed hot with need.

His graceful fingertips drift upward, rolling the flesh of your upper thigh.

“What did you say?”

“YUNO!”

Suddenly he’s right where you need him, fondling your clit through the sopping seat of your panties.

“Dessert first?” he asks, and then his face is buried in your heat.

He pauses to breathe you in, same as he always does. The first time he went down on you, you’d questioned why and gotten a vague answer about savoring every meal. You’d figured he just had a kink for it.

Ritual complete, he delves between the clothed folds, making sure to hike your rumpled skirt the rest of the way up and over your ass. Jaehyun’s relentless tongue turns cotton into tissue paper, near dissolving the fabric in attempt to taste every inch of your pussy.

You can’t help but reminisce about how cute he looks when he eats you out. The dark crevice of the couch is the perfect canvas on which to project your memories – his small mouth, the vampire teeth, even those peachy dimples when he smiles against you… everything about pussy-drunk Jae is lovely.

And his eyes must be going all droopy now, now that he’s lifting your hips to suck at your clit more directly, even more fiercely.

He’s hard for you.

And you? You’re dripping for him.

Your honey is staining his nose and everything below, slicking swollen lips as they slurp eager, desperate for your juices. His tongue reaches to cup you in your entirety, fluttering against your stiff bud and pulling from your lips his first reward: your moan, dark, needy.

That familiar sparking warmth rises in the pit of your belly, you’re getting uncomfortably close. You wriggle back against him, squirm out of position. His hands are quick to put you in your place.

Jaehyun won’t let you get away, not with your orgasm bubbling up like champagne. He’s sinking into you, drowning in you, electrifying you with an endless current, a live wire at the peach pink of your pussy.

Your vision goes a bit fuzzy at the edges, then your climax is crashing over you. Jae doesn’t stop. He pulls you closer, laps at you, presses sugared kisses at your gushing cunt. He’s drinking in every yelp and squeal of his name, only pulling back when your spasms begin to slow.

You’ve finally stopped shaking and he’s brushing your shoulder, possibly to make sure you’re alive. 

Your name is so pretty from his mouth.

“Did I do it too long?”

“No,” you breathe, voice trembling.

He smiles softly, leans back on his hands.

“Good. I’ll go check on dinner.”

You grab at his arm as he stands up to leave and end up encircled around his waist.

“Wait Jae, I –”

He looks down to meet your gaze. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, no point in wondering though.

Instead you disentangle from him, stand up on unsteady feet, and push skirt, panties, everything down to the floor.

“Please, Jae. I need you.”

He turns and steps toward you, and you can see just how hard he is. For you.

Jaehyun’s lips are always so gentle against yours, and today is no exception. You want to bring the hunger out of him.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs. “I can wait, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Jaehyun.”

His eyes widen at your tone.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

You push him down on the sofa, rushing to undo his zipper before he can protest again. He doesn’t, simply watches you pull his cock from his pants and curl your hand around the base. You love the way your fingers don’t quite touch. How many times has this monster been inside you?

When you’ve had your fill of leering at his thickness, you grab his chin with the other hand and stare directly into his eyes.

“This,” you start, motioning to his dick, “is mine. If it’s unsatisfied, then I want to satisfy it.”

Jaehyun presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No.”

His dimples are on full display.

“Then where do you want me?”

He hesitates before grabbing you by your hips, pulling you toward him to position you over the swollen head. He looks at you one last time, chuckling at your mock-stern expression. 

“Jae.”

And with that, your steaming, syrupy folds are split by thick, hot cock, oh my god he’s so big.

Jae fucks you slow, agonizingly so, only breaking eye contact to engage your clit again. There’s something about his measured pace that offers a whole new level of friction, and you can barely stand it. Seething curses escape you as you lean back into the palm splayed between your shoulder blades.

He’s so rock solid beneath you. You don’t resist the urge to trace the hard lines etched by his chest and shoulders, nails brushing through the trail of dark hair leading from his belly button to the apex of a defined V. He watches the patterns traced with you, his breath swelling as you take him again and again, all the way to the hilt.

“I love you.”

You almost don’t hear it over the rush in your ears, but you’ve read those words on his lips a million times.

“I love you more.”

“Doubtful,” he fires back, and your laughs mingle in the little space between you.

“You know you have cum all over your face,” you joke, thumbing the final dregs of your release from his chin. He opens his mouth, poking out his tongue just enough to welcome your fingers inside.

“You’re so nasty, you know that?”

He doesn’t respond, busy sucking at the sticky delicious coating your digits, but his eyes crinkle at the corners.

A preliminary spasm sneaks up on you, earning a low moan that darkens Jae’s eyes. As if they could get any darker.

“Jae, I’m close.” And he is too, his husky grunts echoing in the back of his throat. He picks up the pace, and just in time to spin you off the cliff again. Goosebumps form just under the heat rising off you as your senses cut out in turn. There’s only Jaehyun.

Your pulsating embrace sends him into overdrive. He’s trying not to hurt you, but he’s pounding, pounding, fucking you until he can’t anymore. Every time he cums in you, he’s a beast.

And when you’re spent, cuddled into him on the sofa and wearing his shirt as you doze in the post-sex glow, he carries you to the bed, tucks the covers under your chin, and returns to the kitchen to make sure he hasn’t burned the food.

A couple hours later, you’re awake to finish your work, a little less stressed and nude except for a flimsy robe and reading glasses. Jaehyun knocks on the cracked door before slipping in with a steaming plate and glass of wine.

“What is it?” you ask, bending your neck to get a good look at the meal. 

“There was a recipe for baked ziti. Thought you might like it.”

Your heart beats a touch harder, a dash faster. Your husband’s attentiveness never fails to make you fall in love with him all over again.

And the food? Mouthwatering, as always.

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[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | maknae line + fluff

♡ fluffy scenarios with our chil maknaes ♡

(note: this is part two to the random fluff i posted with the hyung line last week. hope you enjoy. not as long as the other post, at least i don’t think, but most is still under the cut.)

jaehyun: you giggled, pecking his nose for the third time. you knew he was awake, but he refused to open his eyes, opting to pull you even further into him.

“we’re eventually going to have to get up, you know.” you say eliciting a groan from him.

“just ten more minutes.” he grumbled.

the thing is he already said that over thirty minutes ago. you laughed, knowing that when you tried to get him to get up again in the next ten minutes, he would just tell you the same thing. it was the first time ever that you had spent the night at jae’s house, and if anyone had told you that the same person who seduced you to go home with him after your first date, would be this same clingy cutie in the morning, you would’ve laughed. yet here you were, wrapped tightly in his arms, wondering if but hoping he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. you softly stroked his hair, trying to pass the time, but it wasn’t long before you drifted off back to sleep. when you woke up, jaehyun was no longer in the bed. you could hear water running in the bathroom and thought to yourself that maybe he was finally ready for you to go home. you climbed out of his bed, searching for the clothes you wore to your date scattered on the floor.

“going somewhere?” you heard a deep, still groggy voice ask.

you panicked, standing straight up. “well…i wasn’t sure if maybe…”

he gave you a confused look, before climbing back into his bed and opening his arms. “you don’t have to go, you know. unless you want to.”

you stuttered this time, “are you sure?”

he shook his head, laughing shortly, “are you really gonna force me to ask you to stay?”

you smiled down at him, shaking your head no, before putting down your clothes and snuggling back into his warm, comfy arms. 

jungwoo: you weren’t really much of a shopaholic, but your boyfriend insisted on going to mall for a shopping spree on a random saturday morning. hand in hand, you walked up and down, in and out of the dozens of stores in the mall. jungwoo kept picking out outfits and shoes for you to try on and buying every single one of the ones you (and he) liked. you guys stopped in the food court for a little break, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling in your chest seeing just how happy he looked getting to spend time with you doing normal couple things.

“are you having a good time?” you ask, taking a fry from the basket you guys were sharing.

he nods, biting into his sandwich, “of course. i love getting to spend time with you.”

you laugh, “you know we could’ve spent time at home together.”

“yeah but, i wanted to spoil you for a change.” he shrugged.

and spoiling you he was. you guys finished your food, heading toward the exit of the mall with all your shopping bags before he stops you.

“let’s go in here really quick.” he points toward a small, but luxury looking jewelry store. you follow him in as you guys browse around the shop. it was then that you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your life. he noticed you stopped, following your gaze to where it stopped.

he smiled to himself, “that’s really pretty. do you like it?”

you nodded, looking up at him “it’s so gorgeous. i love it.”

“me too.” he laughed. “come on, let’s go home.”

he tugged on your hand, getting you away from the ring and any thoughts that were circling in your head. little did you know he was only days away from giving you that same ring and making you the happiest person alive. 

mark: you set down the picnic basket as mark laid the blanket out on the grassy area you picked. you lowered your toddler down as you settled onto the blanket while your husband unpacked the goodies from the basket. it was family day and mark just happened to have the day off from his otherwise overpacked schedule, so you guys decided to spend it like a “normal” family. the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, highlighting the matching brown hues of your husband and toddler’s hair. you smiled as he attempted to feed the young child who was too preoccupied playing with the toy mark got them for their third birthday a couple of months ago. he sighs, putting down the carrots on the plate and looking up at you.

“i should’ve never bought them that toy.” he shakes his head, making you laugh.

“now you know how i feel.”

he moves the child from his lap to the middle of the blanket, so he can get up and reposition himself so that he’s sitting behind you now. he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch your child playing with his favorite toy. their nose crinkles up every time he laughs, and their eyes widen as their mouth makes an “o” shape any time they’re surprised, just like your husband’s. you were lost in thought until mark broke the silence.

“this is nice.” he whispers lowly.

you hum in agreement, “these are my favorite days. when we get to just spend time together like a family.”

he giggles, moving his arms so he can interlace your fingers together. “mine too.”

haechan: it was already late when you came over to haechan’s after he got back from dance practice. you had been there for over two hours now and the most attention he had given you was a quick kiss when he let you in. you were kind of annoyed that he invited you over just to ignore you to play games with his friends so you finally decided to leave and see him another time. somehow he heard you get up though.

“where are you going?” he questions, hearing you get up from his bed.

“home. you’re not even paying attention to me.”

he tells his teammates to hold on, taking off his headphones and swiveling around in his chair so he’s facing you.

“C’mere.” he opens his arms, calling for you.

you roll your eyes, making your way over and sitting in his lap. he wraps one arm around your back, as his other comes up to move a loose hair that was falling over your eye.

“i promise after this round, i’m all yours. so please don’t go, when i’m done, we can do whatever you want.”

you raise your brow suggestively, “anything i want?”

his eyes lower to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, “anything.”

“okay fine.” you smiled, attempting to get up from his lap, but he pulls you back down with both hands.

“no. just stay here, i’ll be done in like thirty minutes.” he says, spinning you both around in the chair and putting back on his headphones so he can finish the game. 

#nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 writings #nct 127 fluff #nct scenarios #nct writings #nct fluff #nct 127 drabbles #nct drabbles #nct 127 #nct #jaehyun x reader #jungwoo x reader #mark x reader #haechan x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader

[8myass]

.. sunshine .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. slight angst, fluff pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. your ex-boyfriend still wanted to spend his birthday, and Valentine’s Day, with you. wc. 0.4k cw. slight stalker!jaehyun, ex-boyfriend!jaehyun tw. pet names (excessive ‘jae’ usage), second chance a/n. birthday boyyy. this is the first work in a series of works i’m completing and posting for jae’s birthday! it’s a week-long birthday writing event! i will post a finished piece for him every day between now (14) and the following wednesday (21). i just wanna say thank you to everyone who is supporting me and my works, i’m super excited to write these for y’all!!

Sitting in your bed, it was unexpected when your ex-boyfriend showed up at your door the previous morning. You were shocked, to say the least. You had every reason to kick him out, to yell in his face to leave you alone, just as you’ve done in the past, but for some odd reason, whatever that might be, you didn’t. 

He was now preparing food for you in your kitchen, knowing his way around the place like he’d been here hundreds of times before when you’d only just moved in a few months after the two of you broke up. You watched him for a good amount of time earlier, pretending like you were just curious about what he was making, but that wasn’t it at all. He knew where everything in your house was. He needed salt? Top shelf in the rack next to the fridge. Mixing bowl? In the cabinet under the sink, thrown in with all the rest of the pots and pans. 

You weren’t an organized person, but your kitchen was the place you stayed in a lot after you and Jaehyun had broken up. It was your safe haven, more or less. So when you realized he knew his way around your house, especially your kitchen, it made you genuinely curious about how he had gotten so used to navigating his way around your place like that. 

When he walked into your bedroom, taking his time and being extra careful not to spill the orange juice on the floor or let the plate slide off the tray before he could get it to you, you were grateful to have him around again after so long, always loving taking a break from cooking every now and again.

You sat up in your bed, letting him place your food on your lap as he sat down on the bed next to you, his own plate on his lap. You were shoving food down so quickly you nearly choked, giggling as you looked over at him with that smile spread across your face that he always adored, “It’s so good, thanks so much, Jae!”

You two talked and talked and talked, you had so much to discuss. You haven’t spoken since the damaging day you broke up, so it was odd having a full-blown conversation with him that didn’t involve screaming or cursing each other out or things being thrown all over the room in a fit of rage. It was calming, and actually very soothing. 

“I wanna be with you again,” he finally broke through the awkward silence the room was sitting in for a good minute, only making the awkwardness stronger and more present.

“Huh? Jae, we weren’t good for each other, you know that,” you sighed, locking tired eyes with his gleaming ones. 

“Nonsense. We can make it work, I promise you. I know how to treat you now, I know what I’ve done wrong in the past and I won’t repeat those mistakes. Please, just give me a second chance. I will make it up to you this time, I will be your perfect man,” he pleaded, all but dropping onto his knees with his hands thrown together in prayer.

“I… I’m not so sure, Jae. It’s a big decision, a big step,” you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably, taking a deep breath to calm your growing nerves. You did want him back, you still loved him. And today only made you all the more aware that you were still in love with the man that he was and always will be. 

“It’s okay to love me. Please, love me,” he frowned, genuine sadness filling his expression at the thought of you rejecting this proposal. You were so on the fence with this whole scene. On one hand, you didn’t want to take on the responsibility of working on the relationship and possibly taking all the blame when it doesn’t work out again. On the other hand, you do love him and you do want to work things out with him, or, at least, try to. “Consider it a birthday gift for your valentine boy.”

His smile was genuine and it sent butterflies all throughout your stomach. You couldn’t help but cave, pulling him into a hug, arms wrapped around his neck as your face buried into his hard chest, his own arms finding residence on your waist, “Fine, Jae, let’s make us work again.”

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[jichwn]

𖦹⋆zZ⭑ GET ALONG BETTER — myung jaehyun smau

!!! SYPNOSiS: after a messy break up in sophomore year with her ex-boyfriend, riwoo, yln yn decides to switch schools. unfortunately for her, they meet again 4 years later at college. strangely enough he tries to do anything to get her attention again… but why is it that yn’s eyes always go to jaehyun? and since when were him and riwoo best friends?

PAiRiNG? myung jaehyun x fem!reader (ft. ex-riwoo x fem!oc)

GENRE? exes best friend, love at first sight, forbidden love, grump x sunshine

WARNiNGS? swearing, kys jokes, sex jokes,

STATUS? coming soon

preview THiS iS WHAT YOU GET!

CHARACTERS? — carebears , heartthrobs , extra

?? ONE i dont think college would be too bad

?? TWO correction** it is bad.

?? THREE spotted potential husband material

RYN SAYS! hi, i hope you all enjoy <3

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[kkydult]

— Leave it to me

coworker!myung jaehyun x fem!reader - fluff - 1.47k

a/n. the ending might be a bit rough i wrote it well at first then forgot to save so i kinda just tried to make it work. anyways i hope y’all enjoy this don’t hesitate to tell me you don’t i want feedback !!

“Get these done by this afternoon y/n, I need them in my office before 2.” the thud of the stack of documents landing on your desk brought your attention up to your boss’s eyes, with a swift eye smile he had left your front giving you the responsibility to figure out what exactly you were to do with the unfamiliar pile.

It made sense, of course you had to work on your own and figure shit out yourself but a little guidance would help get the work done faster because now you were just stuck at your desk examining the files for the possible task. And by now it was too late to go to his office and inquire so you just played a guessing game with yourself.

“You seem… lost” you turned over to the voice coming from the other side of the room, you had left your desk for the photocopy room but you still felt unsure, standing close enough to the machine for it to seem like you were doing something but actually doing nothing. Jaehyun was there by the door with two cups in his hands, an apologetic smile on his face somehow relieving you of all the built up stress, of all the people in the office he was the one you felt at ease with, even when you felt lost like this.

Without you having to explain the situation he handed you one of the cups in his hands placing the other down as he looked quickly through the documents you were assigned, you scanned his face to get any signs of understanding on his side.

“Here.” you looked over to where he was gesturing, finally understanding the task as you read across the line so conveniently written in the smallest font, “I’m starting to think he’s plotting against you y/n” he laughed as you started sorting out the work you were assigned, you turn over to him smiling in agreement almost shocked he could see it too.

“I’ve been saying this! I don’t even know why I’ve barely done anything to get him mad” you added complaining freely to him, his eyes locked on you paired with a soft sympathetic smile, he always had that look when you started to blabber it made you feel heard like you could tell he was listening and acknowledging your thoughts at the same time.

“Don’t even worry about it I’ll make sure he never succeeds, I’m your guy” he reassured you and that was enough for you, just the words because you knew he meant them. “You’re my guy?” you asked playfully, it was routine you teased each other constantly and that was part of the office fun with Jaehyun, who else would make you wear a santa hat to work on an average day in June if not him?

“Yeah I’m all yours y/n” he smiled sheepishly leaning in closer, he was only a few inches closer but it felt like one wrong move and your lips would touch but you couldn’t move like some part of you wanted one wrong move but in a matter of seconds he was inches away and your heart was still thundering in your chest as you turned back to your work. You tried to find words to fill the silence that settled in but it just brought you back to his lips.

“I still got a lot to get back to, I’ll head out first” he finally spoke clearing his throat before the words followed, you nodded glancing at him right as he walked out.

The rest of the day you just acted as if nothing had happened, you figured it was the best way to proceed since nothing had happened but it was harder than you expected, almost like something switched in that one moment, all of a sudden every feeling you felt towards him came back to one thing that most people would describe as love, at least that’s how your coworkers saw it.

“Wait you guys aren’t dating?” Jaehyun’s desk neighbor, Hyein asked visibly shocked by the statement, you shook your head confused as to why that was even a thought,

“Everyone says you’re dating. I’m pretty sure Jaehyun even confirmed it… then again he could have been joking again” she explained as she leaned on your desk trying to figure out the situation while you were still stuck on the fact that you’ve been basically dating Jaehyun in the eyes of all your colleagues,

“Why would you think we were dating?” she looked at you with obvious concern her brows furrowed as she pursed her lips, your eyes widened at her reaction expecting anything but that,

“I can’t believe I have to explain this but you guys are so undeniably meant for each other, you literally don’t laugh at other people’s jokes and luckily for you he literally only jokes for you, like seriously he literally is a stone statue before you arrive at the office like so cold”

“Myung Jaehyun? Cold? That’s not possible” you laughed completely amused with the things you were learning, you weren’t sure how much actually meant anything but it felt nice to hear, she nodded at you as she continued explaining every detail of your relationship with Jaehyun as if it was a romcom that she had binged over fifty times.

“I guess platonic love is a thing too now but yeah I don’t think that’s y’all”

The more you thought about it the more you felt it and nothing about it felt merely friendly, you wanted to love him and show him love, you wanted to know it was real and not just your imagination, that he felt these things too, that he wanted to kiss you too.

Days went by and the words kept hitting at your throat begging to come out for him to listen as he always did, and tell you everything you felt was mirrored but you couldn’t just let it out. Now it was night out with the office and you managed to bring him along with you to the building rooftop with a few drinks for just the two of you under the moonlit sky.

“I can’t actually hold my alcohol” you giggled sipping out of the bottle in your hand,

“Don’t worry, I can” he hummed watching carefully as you looked over the barricade down to the street below you pulling you back almost immediately, bringing you back to the worn out chairs that were in the middle of the space on the roof,

“You know people think we’re dating” you slurred as the effects started getting to your brain, you stared at him waiting for a response watching him hold back a smile before looking back at you shrugging,

“You don’t mind ?” you asked tucking your hair behind your ear your eyes still fixed on him, you could feel your body heat up at every move he made, a part of you knew he wasn’t going to do anything but it was overshadowed by all of the others begging for him to do anything.

“Not really since it’s you” you titled your head at him trying to decipher if that meant it’s you and you’re cool and my friend so it’s whatever or it’s you and i love you so i don’t mind, he smiled noticing your obvious pensive state.

“Do you mind?” he asked curiously lifting up his eyebrow at you making you sigh a soft chuckle, you shook your head biting your bottom lip as you looked up at him the soft smile on his lips sending butterflies to your belly,

“No but why aren’t we?”

“Dating?” he asked a soft smirk on his lips as his brows lifted in shock, you nodded at him making him take the time to actually think about it,

“I guess I hadn’t asked yet” you smiled at the sound of those words and the way he looked at you spoke so much more, he had so much to say but he wanted you to know more than anything else, for you to feel what he felt,

“I don’t want to waste anymore time on talking, I want to show you the way i feel, if you’ll let me” you watched as he leaned closer to your face, his gaze bouncing between your lips and your eyes just waiting for you to give him the green light and once you did he kissed you so longingly his hand cupping your cheek perfectly as he pulled you in closer both your noses presses against each other’s cheeks, pulling back reluctantly resting his head on yours, your heavy breath against his lips only drawing him closer to you desperate to taste you once again,

“Y/n? So do I call you babe now?”

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[icyminghao]

boynextdoor having a crush on you

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcannon

JAEHYUN

the type to go over every interaction with you he had that day while lying in bed trying to sleep

he's so down bad he's probably one of those people who tune everything out the moment you're in the vicinity

has a lovesick smile on his face every time he looks at you!! he's so whipped

probably wouldn't confess that quick, preferring to just pine after you in case you don't like him back (how is that possible honestly)

"And that's how you solve the question," you say, circling the answer on Jaehyun's paper with a blue gel pen, and Jaehyun realises that he completely missed your explanation having gotten lost in the cadence of your voice. He nods his head to act like he understood, but you see right through him.

"Jaehyun, you've got to pay attention if you want to pass the test!" you chastise him, tapping his head lightly with your pen. Jaehyun wishes that were your hand instead.

"I'm sorry! It's just..." he tries to explain, voice lowering, "you're way too distracting..."

"What did you say? I know this is a library, but you don't have to be that soft," you giggle, having not heard him, to Jaehyun's relief.

"Nothing! Um, I guess I'm just tired..?" Jaehyun tries to evade the topic, hoping you wouldn't notice that he lied, with your sharp senses and all.

"Huh," you purse your lips together, "let's call it a day, then."

Jaehyun's eyes widen in confusion. "But it's barely been thirty minutes, and we're not supposed to end until, like, two hours later."

You break into a smile, and Jaehyun tries his hardest not to scream his love for you and turn the entire library against him. "My favourite tutee is tired. How's he going to absorb more information for the next two hours? That'd be pure torture, and I can't have that. Let's go get some ice cream instead! There's a new ice cream parlor that just opened a few blocks away from campus."

You continue rambling, but Jaehyun had already stopped listening after you referred to him as your "favourite tutee".

"I'm... your favourite tutee?" he squeaks, face turning red at his voice crack. You pause your rambling, eyes wide as if you just realised what you said.

"Yeah," you speak up after a while, "you're also, like, my only tutee, so-"

"Let's get going! The ice cream's probably going to melt the longer we take to get there," Jaehyun cuts you off and stands up. You raise your eyebrows at him, unmoving.

Jaehyun smiles. "Come on, don't keep your favourite tutee waiting, yeah?"

You blush furiously, kicking his shin lightly. "You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?" Jaehyun simply shrugs, smile getting impossibly wide.

"Just so you know," he crouches down so he's at your eye level, "you're my favourite tutor, too."

SUNGHO

lovesick af

would probably say yes to anything you say (even if it isn’t a yes or no question bc his mind just blanks out every time he stands in front of you)

would probably try to impress you and would probably also end up making a fool of himself 50% of the time (but it’s okay bc you think it’s cute)

says the flirtiest shit without batting an eye sometimes too

“Hi,” Sungho looks up from his books to see you standing by the empty seat beside him, and he freezes immediately. “is… this seat empty?”

Sungho manages a meek nod, deciding against opening his mouth lest he loses it and declares his love for you in front of the whole lecture hall.

Speaking of the lecture hall, Sungho looks around at all the empty seats around him in confusion. The lecture hall has enough space for the students of his Mechanical Engineering 101 class to sit comfortably by themselves, but you chose to sit beside him. Sungho tries not to smile at that revelation.

You seem to have picked up on what Sungho’s thinking about, and you smile sheepishly. “Um, I recently transferred to this class and I didn’t want to sit alone.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind!” Sungho dismisses your worries with a wave. “Any friend of Sanghyeok’s is a friend of mine.”

“You know me?” you perk up at the mention of your mutual friend, surprised.

Sungho feels heat creeping up his cheeks. “Y-yeah! I’ve noticed you hanging out with him around campus.”

You beam at him, and Sungho’s breath hitches. “I’ve noticed you, too! You’re always with Jaehyun, right? We should probably all get lunch together sometime.”

Sungho’s brain malfunctions at the flurry of information presented to him. You’ve noticed him, and you just asked him out (alongside Jaehyun, but Sungho pushes that fact aside). Sungho thinks he must be dreaming.

“Sungho?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sungho realises this is the first time you’ve ever called him by his name, and he yearns for the next time he’ll hear it again.

“Did you not want to hang out with us? You can always say no,” you chuckle awkwardly, feeling small under his intense gaze on you.

Sungho is quickly to wave his hands in a way that signals ‘no’. “Oh, no, I’d love to hang out with you!”

“Though it’d be better if it were just the two of us instead.”

RIWOO

he’s so shy

admires you from afar with the most lovesick smile on his face

probably wouldn’t initiate interactions with you, he’s too shy for that

is so caring

pays attention to you to make up for the silence

“When are you going to confess?” Sungho nudges Riwoo after he sighs for what seems like the tenth time since they started eating at the cafeteria.

“Confess? To who?” Riwoo’s eyes widen, blatantly denying the allegation.

“Come on, Sanghyeok,” Jaehyun narrows his eyes at his friend, “your eyes have never left them the moment we walked into the cafeteria. You literally cannot be any more obvious.”

Riwoo purses his lips together and sighs. “I can’t confess to them out of the blue, man, what if they don’t like me?”

“Who doesn’t like you?” Riwoo’s blood runs cold at the familiar voice, and he turns around to meet eyes with you.

“Our beloved Sanghyeok here has a huge crush on someone,” Jaehyun says nonchalantly as you move to sit down beside Riwoo.

“Really? Do I know them?” you ask as blood rushes to Riwoo’s ears. He’s so flustered he misses the disappointed edge to your voice.

“Uh, you could say that,” Riwoo manages to choke out, “anyway, why are you here? Don’t you have Introduction to Law right now?”

Sungho and Jaehyun raise their eyebrows at Riwoo’s blatant attempt at changing the topic, and if you noticed, you don’t call him out for it.

“Damn, Hyeok, it’s like you’re the one with my schedule. Do you have a crush on me or something?” you tease, “Anyway, I dropped that class a few days ago. In fact, Jeonghan encouraged me to, for some reason.”

“Jeonghan? The professor?” Riwoo straightens at the mention of your professor’s name. He’s well-known as the “most eligible bachelor” on campus despite being a professor, and Riwoo can’t help but feel jealousy crawling through his skin.

“Yeah, he’s so cynical about that course, it’s a wonder how he’s still teaching it,” you chuckle before noticing Riwoo’s reaction.

“Don’t worry, Hyeok, you’re still the only man in my heart.”

Riwoo’s ears flush the darkest shade of red.

TAESAN

he’s a romantic for sure

has multiple playlists dedicated to you for different scenarios (when you walk down the hall, how he feels when he talks to you etc.)

pays attention to your interests (esp your favourite songs) and would check out your favourite artists or albums so he could have something to talk to you about

would probably subtly drop hints about his crush on you through song recommendations bc he’s cheesy like that

“Hey, y/n,” Taesan greets as he slides into the seat next to you, getting his lesson materials out before the class begins. “how was the song I recommended to you a while ago?”

“‘Harvey’ by Her’s? I thought it was really cute! Can you imagine being Harvey, and having someone waiting for you like that?” you launch into a ramble about the song, and Taesan finds himself smiling at how animated you are.

“Well, I don’t think you have to imagine, you probably have dozens of people feeling like that for you,” like me, Taesan almost says, but stops himself before he does.

You smile shyly at his words. “Thanks, Dongmin, but I don’t think that’s the case. I’m not very likeable.”

You sound so sad about it Taesan’s heart aches.

“y/n,” Taesan’s voice lowers with concern, “why would you say that? You’re amazing, okay? Anyone would be happy to have you.”

“Really? Even you?” you tease a little to lighten the mood, and Taesan’s cheek flush red at the sudden turn of events.

“U-uh—”

“Relax, Dongmin! I was only joking,” you giggle, lightly tapping his arm before shifting your focus to your undone homework in front of you. Dongmin chastises himself for chickening out as he looks at your focused face.

“Well, since you liked ‘Harvey’, I have another song recommendation for you,” Taesan pipes up after a while.

“Really? What’s the song?” you reply enthusiastically, and Taesan’s heart skips a beat at your interest.

“‘The Most Beautiful Thing’ by Bruno Major.”

Maybe one day he’ll be confident enough to confess to you directly instead of through his song recommendations.

LEEHAN

he'd probably be friends with you first

would pine after you for a while, afraid to confess and potentially ruin what you both have

occasionally flirts with you like it's free real estate and flusters the hell out of you, but makes no move to confess or anything after (to your frustration, because what are you guys??)

he's gives me such "what are we" vibes ngl

100% would get caught staring at you all the time

"Hey, there's something on your hair." Leehan gently grabs you arm and stops mid-walk. You hold in a breath as Leehan reaches over to brush away whatever was on your hair with his delicate fingers.

Leehan takes one look at your reaction and chuckles. "Don't forget to breathe, y/n. It's gone now."

Your face turns red at getting caught staring at Leehan. Grumbling a small "thanks", you turn around and continue walking towards the cafeteria in hopes that he wouldn't be able to see the blood rushing to your face. Leehan watches your back for a while, breaking out into a soft smile at how cute you were being.

"Hey, wait for me!" Leehan calls, jogging to catch up to you. "Anyway, Dongmin called me earlier to ask for our orders, so I helped you get a Miso Ramen with two eggs, no beansprouts."

Leehan waits to see your reaction, and just like he expected, your face morphs into one of pure surprise. "Woah, how do you know what my go-to order is?"

"Of course I do, I'm not so self-absorbed, okay?" Leehan teases, nudging you.

"Besides, it's a habit of mine to remember things about people I like."

WOONHAK

he’s a huge mess in front of you

can’t even string a proper sentence in front of you bc his mind just goes blank everytime you’re in close proximity

the boys tease him for it all the time (sometimes in front of you)

would probably need the boys to set something up for him to finally confess to you

“God, Woonhak, you’re staring again. Just go talk to them already!” Sungho sighs, nudging his friend a little. Woonhak is unresponsive, too engrossed with his ogling at you to even notice anything but you.

You, in all your glory, standing by the lockers and giggling to your friends with that sweet, sweet laugh of your he would do anything to hear, with that beautiful smile of yours he would do everything to have directed at him.

You, who is standing in front of him now and looking as amazing as ever. Wait, what?

“Woonhak, hi!” you wave a little, beaming up at him. Woonhak thinks he might just die on the spot.

His mind is reeling from the absolute shock at you coming up to initiate a conversation such that he literally just stares blankly at you without responding to your greeting like an idiot, his friends giggling to themselves at the sight.

“Are you okay…?” you wave your hand in front of him, confused at his sudden silence. Woonhak snaps out of his stupor with a jolt. “H-hey! The sun’s out, yeah? Beautiful day today, just like you— I’m sorry, I meant just like your hair! Yeah, I really like your hair.”

Woonhak mentally chastises himself, because what the hell was that, but then you burst out laughing and he feels his whole world stop, and suddenly your laugh is the only thing he hears.

“S-sorry for laughing,” you manage to choke out in between your bouts of laughter, “that was just so cute!”

“Oh, right! Anyway, I wanted to ask if we were still on for after school? You’re supposed to tutor me with math,” you exclaim, and Woonhak furrows his brows together. You guys were supposed to meet today? When did that happen?

Glancing away for a moment, he sees Jaehyun and Sungho nodding their heads aggressively right behind you. “U-uh, yeah, we are!”

“Cool! See you at the library, then!” you beam at him before turning on your heels to rejoin your friends.

“What did you guys do?” Woonhak whines, his legs feeling like jelly after his very, very embarrassing interaction with you.

“Well, we did our best friend duties and asked them out for you. You owe us, yeah? Don’t forget to credit us when you guys get together,” Jaehyun gives Woonhak a rather loud smack on the back, and you glance in their direction to see what the commotion is about.

Locking eyes with Woonhak, you let out a soft smile and a wave, and Woonhak almost squeals. Shyly, he slowly lifts his hand and waves back, his friends watching with shit-eating grins.

He is so down bad for you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: ok i may have went too hard on this HELP but ig i’m making up for the lack of bnd content these days hehehe i hope y’all like it!

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