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QUICK FIX #54: NCT Jaehyun, Jeno & Johnny fuck you and your friends against a wall

Members: NCT Jaehyun, Jeno & Johnny x Female Reader

Content: Three hot men and their adventurous sexual partners engage in a passionate sextuple – you observe the scene in a mirror while they fuck you against a wall. Standing, Cum in Mouth, Orgie, Pregnancy.

Type: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 1,696

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.

Your naked body is pressed hard against a wall in Johnny's bedroom. This is fucking amazing, you think while you watch yourself in the wall-to-wall sliding door mirror in the opposite end of the room.

Or rather, it's not your own reflection your eyes are fixed on. It's Johnny's tall, naked body which covers most of you, and his hot muscles and ass as he plows his cock into your pussy.

And you're not alone. Two other couples surround you, in the same position, lined up in a row in the mirror. It's such a turn-on to watch.

To your left, your best friend who's holding on to your shoulder while she's being fucked by Jaehyun. Like you, she's pinned against the wall with a strong man in her arms and a leg wrapped around him.

Your eyes meet in the reflection and you smile as if to say, ‘Thank you for introducing us and making this happen.’

To your right, Jeno is plowing his girlfriend in a similar fashion. You only just met the pair, but to include them in your sexual escapades was a given.

That a foursome would happen between you, your friend, Johnny and Jaehyun was always the plan. It's why you came to see them. To make it a sextuple – a full-blown orgie – was only decided when Jeno and his girlfriend arrived, and the sex talk escalated and they were onboard.

You smile even wider when Jaehyun – while slow-fucking his woman – lowers his head and goes to town with his lips and hands on her boobs, and her expression changes to one of total lust and desire.

His lips smack against her skin beside you, and when she closes her eyes and moans at the ceiling, you chuckle and turn your head away.

Jeno and his girlfriend are making out in a wild fit of passion. When you glance at them, he turns his head to meet your eyes. He's playfully biting on his partner's lips, and keeps his teeth together when he gives you a wink and dirty smirk. You can tell he's totally loving this, and she seems to be too. You wonder what their sex life is usually like.

Johnny's hands are all over your body. They move up and down your sides, your chest, your face and shoulder. His lips jump around between your mouth and neck, while he keeps thrusting and pushing his wonderful cock deep into your vagina.

You stroke his back and hold on tight around his shoulder. When he takes a firm grip around your ass and hip, you wrap a leg further around his buff body. And when you close your eyes and moan loudly, it's like everyone around you is filled with new energy and fuck each other a little faster.

You buck your hip repeatedly while your shoulders rub against the wall. You pull Johnny in repeatedly, and stand on your toes to make his cock pleasure your clit in just the right angle.

The room is filled with the sounds of lips smacking, bodies clapping together, soft moans and the occasional grunt from the men.

“Ah, fuck this is hot!” Jeno suddenly exclaims which makes you open your eyes wide. You expect to see him staring at the rest of you, but find him with his head buried in his girlfriend's neck as he kisses it.

“Yeah,” Johnny agrees and your faces and mouths meet. You play with your tongues and make out while he repeatedly jolts and sways back and forth, his dick stretching your wet hole and sliding in and out of it.

“Mm,” your friend concurs, though you aren't sure if it was a grunt of confirmation of the statement, or a moan of sex and lust in general.

Johnny pulls his tongue back in and takes a firmer grip around your hip and ass. He pants shallow and rapid puffs of air into your mouth, while you hold on tighter to stay in place while he fucks you faster.

Your head slides sideways against his cheek, and you rest your chin on his shoulder. You hear him moan near your ear, while you take in the scene in the mirror.

Your eyes widen and wander from person to person. The three hot men lined up, their tall and long bodies, asses moving and thrusting against the wall – they're a sight to behold. And when you whimper loudly again, you can tell it arouses them all as their bodies stiffen and move a little faster still.

“Yeah, babe!” your friend suddenly exclaims to your left. You see her take a firm grip around Jaehyun's ass cheek and squeeze it.

“Mm, yeah, fuck me Jeno!” the stranger to your right begs, and you see his tight cheeks clench and her hands move fast up and down his back.

“Ahh, holy shit Johnny, you're so good!” you add and close your eyes, while you hang on to his shoulders and he practically lifts you off the floor. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me Johnny, ahh, ahh!”

The kissing noises stop, but the clapping sounds become louder and faster. Some of you moan and grunt and pant audibly, while others hold their breaths. The end is near, and you know it will be a spectacular display.

Jaehyun has suddenly had enough. “Ahh, Ahh, MMMPFHhh, fu-uuck!” he abruptly exclaims beside you, and takes a abrupt step back. You watch in the mirror as your friend is let go, and she quickly kneels in front of her lover.

Johnny turns his head away from you, to catch the show and watch while Jaehyun furiously flaps his cock and brings himself to come.

“A-ahhh-h-h-h!” he says for the pleasure of everyone in the room, when he shoots his load in the face and open mouth of your friend down below.

He doesn't even get to finish though, before Jeno too orgasms beside you. You turn your head to look when he pants louder than ever, and Johnny's lips and tongue returns to your face.

“Mmmm-m-m-m-m-m-m!” Jeno repeats through clenched teeth against this girlfriend's neck, before he jolts wide and hard against the wall and releases his cum into his girlfriend's pussy.

Her whimpering turns into a loud musical. “Ahhh-a-a-a-a-aaaaa, impregnate me babe, Yeah, Yeah, you better fucking knock me u-u-u-u-uuuup this time!”

You find her words funny, but you don't get a chance to laugh, as Johnny suddenly gives your boob a hard squeeze and grunt : “Ahhhrgh, mm-mmmpfhh, you're so fucking hot. Ah-Ah-Ah-AHHHHRRGH!”

He slams you hard against the wall. You feel his dick throbbing and beating as he unloads. You hold on for dear life, grimace excessively as he fills you up, and briefly open your eyes to see the many hot bodies in the mirror when you reach your own peak and orgasm.

Johnny doesn't stop. You close your eyes hard again and scream while riding his cock: “YEAH, YEAH, FUCK ME JOHNNY, FUCK ME JOHNNY, FU-U-U-UCK ME-E-E-E-E, AH-AH-AH-AH, YES, YES, YES JOHNNY, YEES, YEEEEESSSS!”

Your friend is dumbstruck by your strong reaction. She blinks and stares up at you, still on her knees with Jaehyun's fresh cum all over her face.

Jeno and his girlfriend freeze, standing completely still with their arms around each other and his cock still in her, when they stare at you in disbelief and with their mouths open.

The full length of Johnny's body jolts hard against yours a couple more times. You come down from your high and open your eyes again, and quickly burst out in a smile when your friend gets back on her feet and stares at you in the mirror.

“Holy shit!” Jaehyun exclaims. He closes his eyes hard and grimaces, his body jerking while he strokes his spent cock a few more times.

“Oh my god this is sooo hot,” Jeno's girlfriend says in a cheerful tone. She jumps up and down and his half-hard shaft falls out of her body.

“Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuck,” Johnny exhales while gulping up air. His muscles cave in and he drops you, then collapses against your body which makes you laugh out load.

“Wow,” your friend says and puts a hand on your shoulder again, while she wipes her face with the other.

“Wow,” you echo in a low voice. You're giggling and Johnny's dick falls out of you when you lean over and put your forehead on her shoulder. His hand glides down to your waist and you hold on around his neck for balance.

Jeno looks around the room with a huge smirk. “This was insane,” he says happily, and Johnny musters enough energy to turn his head and look at him while he rests his chin against your boob.

“Right?” your man says with a chuckle.

“You've done this before?” Jeno's girlfriend asks.

Your friend is quick to laugh and answer: “Was that obvious?”

“Yeah,” the one on your right says, before she gives Jeno a loving kiss on the lips. “Maybe this time is the one?”

Jeno looks at her with love and hope in his eyes. “Maybe,” he says and kisses her back.

The six of you suddenly begin to disperse, slowly moving in different directions.

Jaehyun goes to lie on Johnny's bed, by throwing himself on it while taking a deep breath.

Your friend gives you a hug, smile and nod, before leaving the room to go clean herself up in the bathroom.

Johnny stands to nurture his beaten cock while you hold on to his shoulder and give him a kiss on the head.

Jeno and his girlfriend briefly make out, before they walk naked side by side to the middle of the room to find and pick up their clothes.

You check out their bodies as they move. You glance down at Johnny's dick as it goes soft, and let your hand glide down his back to his ass.

Jaehyun meets your eyes from the bed and you smile at each other, in silent agreement that this was an unusually fun time. You know that in a few days you'll be together again, and the two newcomers are more than welcome.

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“xo, always” | johnny suh

⭒ genre: smut | ⭒ wc: 1.5k | m.list navi ⭒ pairing: dom!johnny x subfem!reader ⭒ warnings: pwp, established relationship, light breath play, light power play, teasing, kissing, positions — countertop missionary/countertop doggy, pet names — baby ⭒ premise: johnny loves kissing you when you least expect it and now the kitchen isn’t only for cooking anymore. ⭒ aimee’s thoughts: no thoughts, i just hope you enjoy :)

Johnny loves kissing you. 

Not because it usually leads to something more, that’s just a bonus, but because he loves seeing your reaction when he does.

It always starts off innocent. A few gentle kisses throughout the day, sometimes they’re accompanied by a playful grope or a slide of his hand across your back when he moves past you. 

But there’s something about catching you by surprise with kisses that does something to him — it could be while you’re doing laundry, working out, sometimes it’s when you’re getting ready for the day in front of the bathroom mirror. One thing’s for sure though, he absolutely loves to do it when you’re in the middle of preparing dinner. 

He’ll gently kiss your temple with his hands resting on your hips. He’ll whisper into your ear, asking if you need help with anything. When you say no, he simply nods.

When his arms slide around your waist, holding you from behind, he watches your movements as you prepare the ingredients while resting his chin on your shoulder before pressing another kiss on your cheek. Then against the corner of your mouth. And then another against your jaw.

“Johnny,” you giggle. “If I don’t get this done, we’re not eating tonight.” 

He just hums, the vibrations tickling you. 

You don’t push away, you don’t scold him any further either.

Partly because you like his attention, mostly because you love when he kisses you — it’s the way his arms pull you in closer to his body and how his lips graze your soft skin right before his index finger coaxes your head to tilt in his direction. 

When his lips ghosts over yours, your heart never fails to skip a beat and you swear with the way your knees go weak, you’d fall if it weren’t for him holding you close. 

Then his lips press against yours again, but this time it’s different — deeper, hungrier, needier — like it’s trying to steal your breath. 

And you let it. 

Whatever you were doing earlier doesn’t matter anymore. Not when Johnny’s tongue dips between your tender lips and rolls over yours, tasting you. His fingers press harder into your skin before he guides your body to turn to him. 

Your back digs into the edge of the marble countertop, the cool feeling flushed against your heated skin. 

His hand snakes up to the side of your neck and under your hair, tugging it gently but just enough to expose the column of your neck for him.

You giggle as his open mouth kisses turn sloppy, using his tongue to drag against your skin before sucking your flesh between his teeth — hard enough to prove his claim on you. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair while your hand fists his shirt, pulling him closer, as if it were possible when his bulge is tenting his basketball shorts and already pressing right onto you — a soft and quiet whimper escaping you.

But then he just stops. 

A little teasing chuckle is felt against your neck. He presses the palms of his hands flat onto the countertop, trapping you between the counter and his huge frame before he gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I should stop.” He says, a smirk already pulling from the corner of his mouth, knowing how riled up you are. He slightly tilts his head to the side, his thumb lightly dragging up and down the column of your neck. “Right?”

You shake your head.

“Just—” You sharply swallow. “Just a little more.”

His thumb grazes your bottom lip, tugging on it when he drags his digit down to your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. 

“A little more?” Johnny questions, his voice low and teasing, while his lips are slowly inching closer and closer to yours. 

He catches you by the waist and, in one smooth motion, he hoists you up onto the countertop like it’s second nature to him. 

“More of what? Tell me.” He grins, teasing you as he glides the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip. His hand cups the side of your neck and your mouth part while staring at his perfectly shaped lips. “Better yet? Show me, baby.”

Without a single thought in your mind, you hungrily crash your lips into his, teeth grazing while your tongues fight for dominance over the other. 

He bites down on your lower lip, gentle enough for comfort but hard enough to pull a gasp from you. 

Your hands frantically push the hem of his shirt up his body before he pulls it over his head and lets it fall onto the kitchen floor. 

You waste no time fiddling with the waistband of his shorts, pushing it down his hips and letting his cock spring up, excited and more than ready for you. 

Sliding your fist up and down his erection, you hear him let out a low, almost inaudible, growl and your stomach flips, sending shivers down your spine.

“Look at you,” he groans quietly, forehead pressed to yours as he watches your hand slide up and down his solid length. “Couldn’t even wait. So desperate for my cock already.”

All you do is whimper in response. 

He’s right. You want it. In fact, you’re starving for it. 

Between breaths, Johnny’s mouth latches into your shoulder — biting and sucking on it until your skin burns with a remembrance of this moment.

“Fuck me.” You desperately let out, tugging on his shaft and already tilting your hips in his direction. “Now.” You groan, a little growl edging at your throat. 

Johnny gives you a dark and low chuckle. He lifts his head, eyes sharp and hyperfocused on you.

“Only good girls get to be fucked senseless.” He warns as his fingers curve lazily around your throat, his thumb resting just under your jawline. “Now try that again.” He squeezes just enough for you to obediently respond to his command. 

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” You whisper, your voice oozing out submission with every syllable. “Please fuck me. I want—” You shake your head. “Need you to fuck me. Here. Please.”

“Yeah? Need it? Slide it in yourself.” He taunts.

And you’re quick, it’s almost pathetic. 

Pulling your underwear to the side, you quickly align his tip with your entrance, moving your hips forward and he just watches — not his cock sliding into you, he watches you. 

The way your mouth falls when his tip stretches you out. The way your brows knit together in bliss right before your head falls back, enjoying his cock slide against your soft, gummy walls. It’s the way you’re so fucking feral for him when all he did was kiss you. 

He bucks his hips once, harsh and sharp, bottoming into you. You gasp, squeal, and then smile — a satisfied smile that comes with that ego boost that lets you know you’re his. His hands plant themselves on your waist, holding onto you as he fucks you — hips relentlessly pumping in and out of you, the wet and slick noises when he moves so lewd you swear you could feel him getting harder and harder.

You grab onto his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself as Johnny’s cock rams you. Your sounds of pleasure echoes through your home, paying no mind to anything else but the man fucking you dumb like it was his life’s mission to do so. 

Your jaw stays open, Johnny’s cock relentlessly bullying that perfect spot inside of you over and over again. It’s sending jolts of electricity down your spine and to your toes, your calf and thigh muscles already working overtime with the way it’s clenching. 

Johnny pauses his movements to devour your mouth like a starved, needy man. He swallows every gasp, every moan, and every beg you try to say. When he pulls away, you’re still chasing his lips like you don’t want him to stop. 

You let out a string of incoherent words that you’re trying to form in a sentence but you can’t. 

“What is it, baby?” He taunts, slowly dragging his heavy cock in and out of you just to make you squirm. 

“F-fuck me from—” Your voice hitches. “—behind, p-please.”

Within seconds, he has you bent over the kitchen counter and continues rutting into you with harsh and deep thrusts. 

Before you could moan his name, his hand hooks under your jaw, tips your head back, and meets you half way when he bends over, cock diving deeper into you and kissing you through the sharp bursts of gasps that leave you. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” you let out, words strained and desperate. 

“Then do it.” He mutters against your mouth. 

With a few rough strokes that jerk you forward, your body caves into pleasure. Your back arches perfectly and a rush of heat courses under your skin. Your mouth falls open with a silent gasp and your hand flies to Johnny’s wrist, gripping onto him for dear life as you dissolve into pleasure. 

Your cries of pleasure push him over the edge and his hand moves from your throat to your shoulder, grounding him, all while spilling his entire load into you. 

His head drops to your shoulder, arms tightening around you to pull you closer while trying his best to steady his breathing, and pressing kisses against your flushed skin. 

“Let’s get cleaned up.” He giggles between his kisses. “Dinner’s on me tonight.”

[rarebabyx]

LOL (Laugh-Out-Loud) - S.Johnny

Pairing - Boyfriend!Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

Warnings - oral (male receiving), public blowjob, oral creampie

Summary - Johnny has the most ridiculous dreams, but when he wakes up mid-flight in a panic over whether you’d still love him if he were a bee, you have to reassure him in a way that quickly turns from playful to sinful at 30,000 feet.

Word Count - 1.3k

A/N - I can’t believe I really dreamt about this dude asking me if I would love him if he were a bee

Now Playing: LOL (Laugh-Out-Loud) - NCT 127

It was finally summer break and you had been lucky enough to schedule a short vacation for you and your boyfriend Johnny between his graduation and your impending doom at summer school. He wasn’t too picky about where you guys went so you decided to bring him home for a bit, especially since you knew how much your parents loved him.

About three hours into the flight you had left your seat next to a sleeping Johnny to go to the restroom and as you sat down and buckled yourself back in, you noticed him tossing and turning next to you with a frown on his face, which he had been doing for quite some time now. You decided to end his misery by shaking him awake, causing him to groggily open his eyes with evident confusion as he tried to figure out where he was. 

When he caught your gaze his eyebrows immediately raised, “babe you still love me right?” He blurted.

“Johnny, be quiet,” you shushed, his voice a little too loud for the quiet airplane, “yes, I still love you. Why wouldn’t I?”

He let out a breath he wasn’t even aware that he was holding. “I dreamt that I became a bee and that you didn’t love me anymore,” you had to fight back the urge to laugh, “it was like the complete opposite of the bee movie!”

You placed a hand on his thigh to calm his excitement, “I’ll love you even if you became a bee.” 

“Really?” He asked, slightly squirming under your grip. “You’d still love me?”

“Of course,” you assured him, “would you still love me if I were a bee?”

He paused for a second, “yes…but, there would also be some issues.” You were just the tiniest bit hurt at this. You had told him that you’d undoubtedly love him if he were no longer human yet he has the nerve to say that he’d only love you conditionally. 

“Issues with what?” You asked.

“With uhhh,” his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, then down to the hand on his thigh before he grabbed it and brought it under the blanket that was covering him, placing it on his crotch where you could feel his arousal. “With stuff like this.”

Your eyes widened as you processed what was happening, “Johnny,” you exclaimed in shock, “you can’t possibly be turned on by the thought of one of us being a bee.” 

“I’m not! It’s just that, well, when I was a bee, you had locked me out from your bedroom window and all I could do was watch as you changed your clothes,” you gave him a playful squeeze, making his voice falter, “a-and I couldn’t touch you, I couldn’t kiss you, I couldn’t tell you how beautiful you are, and it was so upsetting.” 

“Aww, you poor thing,” you cooed, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek as you traced the outline of his pulsing cock through the layers of his clothing. 

“Please, please, please help me,” he begged, “I wanna cum so badly.” 

“Babe, I’m not letting you fuck me on a plane,” you stated. 

One of his hands traveled under the blanket, covering yours that was resting on his crotch. “I don’t have to be inside you, just this is enough,” he sighed out as he began guiding your hand up and down his clothed length. “Please?”

You nodded slowly, as if you were weighing your options, “and what’s in it for me?”

“I’ll fuck you so hard the next time we do it, I promise,” he blurted out. 

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s enough…” 

“I’ll buy your meals for a day,” when he saw that you still weren’t all that excited, “okay how about two?”

“Deal. But I get to choose where we eat,” you told him, at which he senselessly agreed, just wanting to get his release. 

You started by teasing the head of his dick, running a finger up and down the sensitive area as if you were tickling it. Just that alone was enough to get Johnny to shudder in his seat. Satisfied at the reaction he gave, you decided to do a little more for him, pressing your palm lightly on the tip of his member and running it down ever so slowly then cupping the base of his cock and balls at the end. “More,” he pleaded weakly, and you gladly obliged upon seeing how good he was behaving. 

Pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down, wanting to take your time, you distracted him with kisses to his neck and jaw. You inserted your hand into his pants, doing the same motions you did before except now there were fewer layers between your hand and his throbbing length. 

His breath hitched when you finally snuck your fingers past the elastic of his underwear, allowing your skin to meet his and feeling the heat from his dick spread through your hand. Johnny turned to kiss you, effectively muting the sounds he made as you began spreading his precum from the head of his member, running a finger around it and enjoying the way your boyfriend fell apart from your touch. 

You started to slowly pump your hand up and down his veiny cock, its weight and thickness feeling so satisfying to hold. Feeling him twitch in your grasp, you loosened your grip, not wanting your fun to end so soon, drawing a quiet whine from your boyfriend. “Please let me cum,” he begged, breaking away from your kiss and looking up at you with his cute expression, as if he were a puppy that needed his owner to take care of him. 

When your motions finally picked up in speed, you felt the strong muscles of his thighs clench while he shallowly rutted into your hand. “Fuck, can I cum in your mouth?” He asked, brows furrowed in concentration, his hands scrunching up the fabric of the blanket on his lap. 

You sat up, quickly checking to make sure no one was watching the two of you and no flight attendants would be coming by. Seeing that the coast was clear, you turned back to him, “fine but make quick.” 

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed out as you lowered your mouth onto his length, your saliva coating it while he continued to rock into your warmth. You didn’t even have the chance to tease him with your tongue since he began desperately thrusting into your lips, fucking your mouth like he would your pussy. 

You felt his dick twitching once more, hungrily chasing its release so you placed a hand onto his lower abdomen to keep his hips down as a safety precaution, and not a moment too soon. Johnny lets out a strained moan the moment he begins spilling his load into your mouth, its bitter and salty taste coating your tongue. 

He continued to shallowly thrust into you, riding out his high though a shiver went through his body as you swallowed around his length then swirled your tongue around its head to clean him up. Johnny let out a heavy breath of relief, his body going limp when you finally pulled away from his now sensitive cock. You let him recover while doing your best to take care of him, tucking him back into his underwear and readjusting his sweats, neatly tying back together the strings that had gotten loose. 

At last, when you were straightening out the blanket to cover your boyfriend’s large frame, he had enough strength to say “thanks, love you.” 

“Love you too, bee boy,” you playfully remarked, patting his firm chest as he dozed off once more.

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[rarebabyx]

Watching TV - L.Mark

Pairing - Boyfriend!Mark x AFAB Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, Smut

Warning(s) - smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), dubcon (Mark insists 'just the tip' but it's very much not that), multiple orgasms

Summary - What starts as a joke about condoms turns into desperate, heated intimacy that ends with Mark grinning against your lips, swearing his pull-out game is flawless.

Word Count - 2.3k

Author’s Note - This was inspired by a fever dream about texting Mark

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films @cinneorolls (join my taglist!)

Now Playing: Watching TV - Mark

Your thumbs hover over your phone longer than they should before you text your boyfriend, Mark. 

‘we’re out of condoms’

‘too lazy to go buy more’

‘how good is your pull out game?’

You don’t expect a reply right away. He was probably on his way home right now. But your phone buzzes within seconds. 

‘👀’

‘you wanna test it?’

‘because i’m almost home’

You laugh to yourself, tossing your phone aside. You were mostly joking anyway. 

By the time you hear his key in the lock, you’ve forgotten all about it. You were in sweats and one of his hoodies, reheating leftovers and scrolling through social media when he walked in with a grin tucked into the corners of his mouth like he already knows something you don’t want to admit. 

“Hey,” he greets, dropping his bag by the door. “About what you said earlier…” 

“I was kidding,” you tell him, handing him a plate. “Mostly.” 

Mark smirks, brushing a kiss to your cheek before settling on the couch. You join him not too long after. Dinner is easy, quiet. You eat with your legs tangled together, shoulders brushing, the TV humming in the background. It’s the kind of night that feels domestic. Warm lighting, full bellies, a shared blanket. Ordinary in the best way. 

But then Mark’s hand slips beneath the hem of your hoodie. Just a little. Just enough to trace circles over your bare waist, his thumb brushing the softest part of your stomach. His fingertips graze the band of your underwear like it’s an accident, but you know better.

You glance at him, ready to tease, but he’s already watching you, his gaze low-lidded and dangerous. 

“Still too lazy to go buy some?” he asks. 

You blink at him. “You’re the one who drove here and didn’t stop to buy any.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, lips twitching. His fingers trail higher, ghosting just beneath the curve of your breast before slipping away again. “Guess we’re not doing anything tonight, then.” You shove his shoulder lightly, but he only laughs, leaning closer until his breath warms your ear. “Nothing at all,” he whispers, hand skimming down your thigh under the blanket. 

“Nothing,” you agree, biting back a smile, though neither of you seems to mean it as the teasing touches linger, each one daring the other to break first. 

The first kiss is slow, more a press of mouths than anything urgent. But it builds fast, his fingers skating under your shirt, yours curling in his hair, the blanket slipping off both of your laps as he nudges you onto your back. 

Mark’s hips settle between yours. It was just the weight of him, the warm slide of sweatpants against you. Then he grinds down, and your breath catches. 

He groans, low and sharp. “Are you sure we don’t have anything?” he groans into your neck. “And you’re not—”

“Nope,” you respond, already rolling your hips up into his. “Not on anything.” 

You both freeze for a second. The tension builds between you in a shared, sharp awareness. But then he does it again, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, letting you feel how hard he is even through the layers. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is—this is so bad.” 

“It’s so bad,” you echo, arms tightening around his shoulders. “But you feel so good.” 

You’re both laughing under your breath, the kind of laugh that dissolves into breathless sighs as your bodies fall into a rhythm. Dry heat. Friction. His hips meet yours again and again, your panties growing damp.. You feel his cock twitch, how close he’s getting just from this. 

Mark pulls back just enough to look at you. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” 

“Doing what?” you tease, but your voice is thin, your thighs already trembling. 

He kisses you again, messier this time, his hand dipping down between you and into your underwear. His fingers slide through the heat of you, and he groans into your mouth. “You’re so—” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pushes two fingers inside, your walls gripping him instantly, and he swears against your lips. 

The stretch makes you gasp, your hips lifting into his hand. He curls his fingers just right, knuckles dragging against your softest spots until your thighs tremble. It’s all slick sounds and sharp breaths now. His fingers massaging your walls, your hips rocking into his hand helplessly. 

Your hand finds him, too, slipping past the waistband of his sweats. He’s flushed and hard when you feel the silky heat stretched tight over the heavy length of him. He shudders when your fingers wrap around him, leaking slick against your palm. You stroke him in time with the thrust of his fingers inside you, the rhythm sloppy and desperate but perfectly matched, each of you unraveling the other with every tug and curl. 

“Fuck, babe—” Mark’s forehead drops to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers pump faster, curling deep until your thighs quake. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit with each movement, pulling sharp little sounds from your throat. You squeeze him harder in return, dragging your thumb over the swollen, wet tip, making his hips jerk helplessly into your hand. 

It builds fast, too fast, and you’re clenching around his fingers, pulling him deeper, moaning into his mouth as your body seizes with release. He doesn’t let up, working you through it until your hips fall limp beneath him, sweat slicking your skin. 

You barely catch your breath before you’re fumbling at your waistband, tugging your pants and underwear down your legs, and tossing them aside. Mark sits back, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he watches you crawl towards him. 

“Wait, wait—” Mark’s protest is drowned in a choked sound as you kneel between his thighs and tug his sweats down just enough to free him. He’s thick and flushed in your hand, twitching when you lean down to take him in your mouth. 

The first wet lick up the full length of his cock has his head tilting back against the couch. “Oh, fuck.” His fingers thread into your hair, not pushing, just clinging. 

You hollow your cheeks, sliding down until he hits the back of your throat, then pulling off with a wet pop to lick along the sensitive underside, tongue tracing every vein until he’s trembling. Mark moans helplessly, thighs flexing beneath your hands.

When you cup his balls gently, his whole body jerks. He gasps your name like it’s the only word he knows, high and thin, hips twitching up despite himself. You suck harder, dragging your tongue in slow, deliberate laps, alternating between swallowing him down and teasing the swollen head with light flicks until he’s whimpering. 

“Fuck—baby, please…please, I can’t,” he pants, tugging weakly at your hair. “You’re killing me.” His voice breaks on a groan. “I need to be inside you, just the tip—I promise, just the tip.” 

You hum around him, pulling back just enough to smirk. “Only the tip. You have to promise.” 

“I promise!” he cries out, already dragging you up for a desperate kiss. 

You’re already half gone, nodding as he pulls his sweatpants and underwear off, throwing them to join yours on the floor. He pushes you back against the couch, guiding himself to your entrance. The first stretch has you crying out, your nails digging into his arms. 

Mark shudders, jaw tight, pushing only the head of his cock inside. His whole body shakes as he exhales through clenched teeth, forehead pressing to yours. 

“Fuck—just the tip,” he growls, almost like a warning to himself. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he fights not to push farther, but every pulse of your walls around him drags him deeper by instinct. He’s panting, chest heaving, veins standing out in his neck, yet he stays still, like he’s convincing himself as much as you. But then your hips twitch, a needy little roll that drags another inch of him inside.

“Mark,” you whine, already trembling. 

He curses again, thrusting shallowly, just enough for the tip to press and retreat. His resolve breaks with every little sound that escapes from your mouth. Each time he rocks forward, more of him slips past the tight clutch of your walls until you feel the thick weight of him stretching you open. 

“I only meant—just the tip,” he pants, but the lie dies when his hips drive forward harder, burying half of him in one slick thrust. “God—fuck—you’re so tight,” he stammers, voice cracking. His rhythm falters as he pulls almost all the way out, then sinks back in, slower this time, savoring every inch. 

You cry out, back arching, knuckles white against his shoulders. “Mark—fuck, you’re already inside,” you whimper, voice breaking. “You might as well just fuck me.” 

Mark squeezes his eyes shut, groaning like he’s tearing himself apart. But your desperate pleas crack him wide open. With one hard thrust, he pushes fully inside, hips flush to yours, the stretch searing and euphoric. 

The heat of him fills every inch, thick and throbbing, textured veins dragging against your walls until you’re gasping, overwhelmed by how deep he reaches. You cling to him like you’ll fall apart if you don’t, sobbing his name against his shoulder as he holds you there, buried in your wet heat, shaking with the effort to stay in control. 

It’s too much, too hot, too good. Mark sets a rougher pace, hips snapping into yours with raw need. His body trembles against you, growls ripping from his throat as he loses his rhythm. You’re gasping, nails scraping down his back, his body shaking with the effort of holding on. 

“Shit—shit, I’m gonna cum—” His thrusts grow frantic and desperate, the tip of his cock nudging so deep you swear you can’t breathe. 

Your hands fly up, clutching Mark’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Not inside, Mark—You have to pull out.” Your voice is broken but firm, even as your own pleasure crests. 

He groans miserably, teeth gritted, fighting his body’s instinct. “Fuck—I will, I will—”

Mark’s hips stutter before he yanks out at the last second with a ragged groan cry, spilling hot across your stomach in heavy spurts where your hoodie rode up. The sound of his pleasure tears out of him, sharp and guttural, as his body bows and then collapses forward. His forehead falls to your shoulder, chest heaving, his muscles trembling with the aftershock. His breath is harsh against your neck, broken gasps tangled with the sound of your own ragged breathing. 

But he doesn’t stop. Still shuddering, he drags his mouth down your throat, pushing your hoodie up higher, exposing your breasts, and leaving open-mouthed kisses on them as he makes his way lower. His hand slips between your thighs, spreading you wide as he settles in, his other palm smearing through his own release across your skin. He groans at the mess, at how wet you already are even before his tongue is on you. 

The first drag of it is slow and deliberate, from your entrance to your clit, but then he’s sucking you into his mouth, greedy and insistent. He flattens his tongue against you, licking broad and heavy until you’re writhing, then narrowing to spear inside you, fucking into your heat with wet strokes that make your hips jump. He pulls back just enough to circle your clit, lips closing around it, sucking until your vision swims. 

“Mark—holy fuck—” Your voice cracks, your thighs trembling around his head, but he only groans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. He alternates between tongue-fucking you deep and sucking hard on your clit, working you with a feral sort of focus that leaves you gasping. The wet, obscene sounds fill the air as he slurps at everything you give him, tongue drinking you down like he can’t get enough. 

It’s too much, the pleasure building until it finally breaks you. Your body arches, shuddering hard as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow, licking you through it, swallowing every drop as you cry out and shake against him. 

Only when you’re trembling and boneless does he finally let up, kissing back up your body in slow, messy lines. His tongue traces your stomach, licking up the cooling streaks of his cum, lapping at the taste of himself before moving higher. 

When he reaches your lips, he kisses you deep and wet, pushing the salty tang of him and the sweetness of you onto your tongue. The kiss is filthy and desperate, spit-slick and hungry, until you’re both panting against each other’s mouths. 

At last, Mark lowers himself onto you, his body heavy and warm as he goes limp. His arms circle around your shoulders, holding you close, his cheek pressed to yours, while his breathing finally starts to steady. 

His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead when he finally cracks a grin against your cheek, breath ghosting over your skin. He nuzzles into you, lips brushing lazily along your jaw before he murmurs, voice hoarse but teasing. “My pull out game is pretty solid, huh?”

You let out a weak laugh, still dazed, smacking lightly at his shoulder. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

Mark only chuckles, smug but exhausted, pressing another sloppy kiss to your mouth as if to seal his point. “Almost doesn’t count, babe.” 

You groan, burying your face in his chest, but the corners of your mouth betray you with a smile. His arms tighten around you, and even as his joke lingers, he melts further into your body, humming softly as sleep starts to creep in. 

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“we shouldn't be doing this,” marks fingers ran through your soft strands as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes hungry — filled with need. “not here anyways”

“then tell me to stop,” you whisper.

he doesn’t.

instead, his breath stutters when your hands slide up his thighs, fingers bunching the fabric of his jeans as you shift closer between his legs. the muffled bass of the music thuds somewhere on the other side of the closed bathroom door, laughter echoing down the hallway — but in here, all you hear is the shaky inhale he takes as you press a teasing kiss on his covered bulge. “fuck…” he mutters, head tipping back against the wall. “you’re gonna get us caught.” you smile, lips brushing against his pants again. your hands unbutton his jeans with dangerous ease. “only if you’re too loud,” you murmur. “relax,” you whisper, voice soft but teasing.

very slowly, you hook your fingers around both the jeans and his boxers and pull them down together — just enough for his cock to spring free, tip flushed, nearly dripping, from the way you’ve been toying with him all night. his head tips back against the wall as the cool air brushes over it, a low curse slipping under his breath. you let your eyes linger, drinking in the sight of him before lowering your head to lick a stripe along a pulsing vein that makes his thigh tense beneath your palm. “you’re already so hard markie,” you whisper, dragging your nails lightly along his hip as you tug at the waistband of his jeans. “were you thinking about this the whole time?” his answer dies in his throat when you finally take him in your mouth. his breath catches as you instantly hollow your cheeks, working him back and forth with slow precision. he looks down at you, eyes blown wide and dark, lips parted with drool nearly spilling out as though he can’t quite believe you’re really doing this here, now, with a house full of people just outside the door. one of his hands slides through your hair again as your mouth finally presses where he needs you most. his knuckles go white, jaw clenched, a quiet curse slipping past his lips when you start moving your tongue around his length — slow, deliberate, like you’re savoring every second of him.

“fuck… oh my god,” he mutters, voice wrecked and shaky already. outside, someone laughs, and mark’s hips jerk involuntarily at the reminder that this isn’t your bedroom, it’s a party. that at any second someone could walk in and see you on your knees for him, mouth wrapped around him nearly eating him alive.

“shit… y/n—” he hisses through gritted teeth, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. his hand tightens in your hair, not pulling you away — never that — but guiding, grounding, like he needs something to hold onto before he loses himself completely.

you desperately moan around him, feeling warmth in your core and your panties getting wetter by the second from the grip on your hair. the vibration rips a broken moan from his throat, his hips stuttering, nearly making you choke around his cock. “f-fuck— don’t do that… i’m gonna—”

you only glance up at him with those same dark, eager eyes and take him deeper, swallowing down every shaky sound that escapes his lips. it’s messy, reckless, thrilling — and the sheer wrongness of it has his stomach twisting with heat. you can feel the mixture of spit and precum bubbling around your mouth and slowly dribbling down your chin, the lewd sounds being amplified by the room's echo. he doesn’t finish the sentence.

he doesn’t have to.

because a second later, he’s spilling into your mouth with a loud groan, fingers tangled in your hair and eyes squeezed shut in pure, helpless pleasure.  and as you pull back, wiping the corner of your lips with the back of your hand, you glance up at him as you swallow his warm load with a smug little smirk.

“told you not to be too loud.”

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TOO HARD TO SAY ── K JW

정우 ── 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖤 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. alex 2507𝗐𝖼 (best friend) jungwoo & (gn) reader the absolute most yearning of all time confessions fluff sharing a bed | skinship kissing

I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU.

Staring back at Jungwoo, sprawled out on your comforter and peering at you with those soft, brown eyes, you almost say it. Words poised at the tip of your tongue, dripping off the edge and scraped upon the back of your teeth--mangled and muddied until they reform into something safer. Something you don't have to be brave to say and something that for all intents and purposes is inconsequential when compared to the original. But you take a second too long to say them, swallowing them back as they sizzle out to silence.

If you were braver, if you could muster up that courage, you'd tell him. He'd know what you--and seemingly everyone but him--knows and in those twenty seconds of an excruciatingly long, overhanging silence, you'd resist the urge to laugh it off as a joke. To playfully push his arm and send him a cheeky wink. Got you!

You'd wait for his response, fingers crossed beneath the pattern of your duvet and lips curved in an awkward smile. Focusing on the stuttered inhale of his own breathing rather than the thudding crescendo of your heart, pulsing against your eardrums so loudly that you're fifty percent positive it may just beat straight out. You'd meet him, eye to eye, and tell him. So that you couldn't take it back and it would be out in the open forever, no longer your (poorly kept) secret to hold.

But you're not brave. Not when he's lying just a few inches away, close enough that every readjustment of your form leads to one in his own. Bumping hands, brushing shoulders, knocking knees. You can't be brave, not when your noses nudge each other with each stifled laugh and you can feel his warm breath against your lips with every exhale. Close enough to kiss, to close the distance between you in nothing more than one passive movement of your head. So you can't be courageous, not really, because it's taking all of your courage to not jump up out of your bed, clutching your hands to your chest and running straight out of the room as if you saw a monster in your closet. A confession is out of the question, no matter how much it tries to slip out from your parted lips.

You're content with staring. Watching the steady, languid fall of his lashes as he blinks, fawning over his lower lid before lifting back up into their seemingly permanent half-lidded position. His gaze is softened, rounded about its edges in something almost akin to affection and you can't tell if it's from the company or the sleepiness (though every ounce of you begs that it's the company, prays). His lips pulled into an contented smile that you can't look at straight on for fear of losing all of your difficultly-maintained resolve then and there (even just seeing it from the blurry edges of your peripherals is enough to splinter your charade of nonchalance). Brown hair laying a loving hand to his forehead, sweeping over his brows and sticking to the bridge of his nose. Long and messy, spared from his scissors with nothing more than a word of (somewhat desperate) praise on your part. It suits him, the long hair. Though it's safe to say that you just want the satisfaction of running your hands through it.

The downside of being a coward, besides the obvious, is that in the silence of your bedroom--void of conversation or quiet laughter--the only thing you can focus on is him. The soft curve of his cheek, the slightest twitch of his smile, the bare bones of skinship that comes with the territory of sleeping in the same bed, but never seem to build up to anything more. You should say something. Partially to distract yourself from that look on his face that renders you lightheaded and partially to distract him from looking too closely at the lovelorn expression you're sure is written all over your face. You should say something to break the silence but any words that come spilling out of your mouth may unwillingly become something akin to a confession so you settle for a groan.

Rolling onto your back, hands firmly placed over your countenance and eyes shut, you find that this change in position does nothing to divert yourself from your previous preoccupation. Not when he's leaning over you, pillow dipping from the weight of his palm, anchored to the bed just an inch or two from the shell of your ear. This is worse, so much worse that you find yourself thinking that perhaps confessing would have been better. Then perhaps you wouldn't have to school yourself to not kiss him then and there when you eventually open your eyes and find him hovering above you. A poster boy of boyish innocence, like he didn't have a single clue what he was doing to your heart (which he should, after all, he can probably hear it).

"What?" his question is a quiet murmur, accompanied by an airy laugh and spoken lowly as if anything louder would scare you off. It wouldn't, in fact, louder would be preferable. That way, Jungwoo wouldn't have to lower himself closer, chest pressed against your shoulder just to make himself heard.

You swallow, audibly, fingers parting in a peace as you glance up at him. "You're just..."

"Just?" He raises a brow, patiently waiting your response, tongue peeking out from puffy lips as he offers you that easygoing smile of his. The same one you'd go into a million dollars debt to kiss of his face right now.

"Too..." your hands fall from your face as you gesture loosely in a manner that doesn't actually indicate anything at all, "You know...you,"

That draws out another laugh, head swaying down, forehead bumping against forehead (has he lost his mind?). "What does that even mean?"

One hand comes up to press against his collar, ready to push him back and return to the modicum of personal space you previously were accustomed too. But you don't, a beat of hesitation which only leads to your fingers curling around the soft cotton hem rather than any motion which you attempted to aspire to. "It's not a bad thing,"

"Is it a good thing then?"

"Yeah," You shrug, but he's not looking. Eyes fluttered shut as his face rests against your own, nose nudging your cheek and hair tickling the bone of your brow. It takes you a moment to find your words, to make sure that when you open your mouth, the thousand and one butterflies rattling against your ribs won't come flying out. "Well, I guess it's just...a bad thing for me,"

You can feel the crease of his brow, nose scrunching and bottom lip pushing out into the slightest hint of a pout as he pulls his face away. Watching you like a kicked puppy, head tilted onto his shoulder as he takes in every bit of your expression--trying to find the butt of the joke.

"Because you're...you know, you're just too..." you trail off with a slide of your eyes, blinking up at the ceiling with an all-too-sudden interest and syllables dropped to a whisper, "I just like you too much...sometimes,"

He blinks. Once, twice, then five times and your body cringes inwards, preparing for the inevitable jerk of his stature and the awkward laugh that will fall from his mouth. The way he'll rush to say something, anything, with the wild gesticulation of his hands. Putting what will feel like a mile of distance between you and your friendship becoming something you can't bear to think too long about, all because you couldn't hold your tongue. You're waiting and waiting, blinking right back at him with a dumb look on your face that perfectly reflects his own.

"Sometimes?"

Jungwoo's voice is a bit louder than yours, cracking in the middle of the word and wavering on the ending consonant. The sharp angle of his jaw is dimly illuminated by the warm hue of the streetlamp, painting a loving caress up to the full of his cheeks, dusted a pretty pink. The same color which spreads across to his ears and down his throat, prickling underneath his skin in a warmth that nearly has him overheating. Pupils blown wide and eyes unblinking, tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he swallows in a concentrated effort to cure the sudden dryness of his mouth.

"Sometimes," you echo, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You've practically already done it--confessed, that is--and you did it rather cowardly. Leaving behind the last remaining shred of excess courage (that has seemingly drained from your body in the span of a second) which prompts you to follow up your reply with a sheepish sounding; "All the time,"

"In a best friend way...or?"

Stupid. Stupid question and Jungwoo wants to throttle himself the second he asks it. He has half a mind to fling himself backwards, waving off any reply you're about to make and sputter through a thousand and one different ways to confess (all of which he has practiced in the mirror and to Jaehyun who really isn't a very good stand-in for you) but you manage to beat him to it.

"That's a stupid question,"

"I know," he exhales, eyes squeezed shut and fingers digging into the plush of your pillow. His head is bowed, dark unkempt strands of brown falling in front of his eyes and hiding the embarrassed grimace tugging at his lips. "You just caught me off-guard,"

You chuckle, offering him a crooked smile that's caught somewhere between appearing anxious and hopeful (or perhaps a mix of both) with every twitch of your features. "Good off-guard or...?"

"Now who's asking stupid questions,"

His eyes are open now, blinking down at you as he takes a deep breath. In and out, a comfortable sort of silence interrupted only by the steady processions of your breathing and the whir of the overhead fan. Looking up at him, messy hair outlined in a halo of a fuzzy orange and lips parted as if he were about to say something, you can't feel it bubbling up again. I love you. Heavy in your mouth as you roll it over your tongue, unable to pass the lump in your throat to hide back in the channels of your heart. This time--unlike the first tonight and all the times before it--it's perched on the front of your teeth, unwilling to be shaped and transformed into something unrelated by any beat of hesitation or reluctance to say them.

It's no more than a whisper, the bare bones of something louder and excessively confident. Something more akin to the way you scream it off the rooftop of your apartment building or into running water of your shower. Here, in your bedroom, it's exceedingly affectionate, like all things have been thus far. As if anything louder would bring the world made up of only the two of you crashing down.

"I'm seriously in love with yo--"

You can't finish, not completely, not when he's leaning forward and pressing a single, gentle kiss to your mouth. You're not sure you can really call it a kiss, not a proper one anyway. It's tentative, the slightest brush of his lips against your own, and it sets every muscle in your body alight. Tensing up from head to toe as you freeze, eyes wide open and hand flexing on his collar. He's the same way, as if he were shocked by his own actions, gaping down at you like a fish out of water. Floundering and wrapped pathetically around the hook you cast. You tug on the line, catching him in another pathetically ardent kiss.

Jungwoo sighs against your mouth, the hand not (shakily) holding him upright traveling the short distance to palm your waist. Fingers curling into your ribs--a defined touch that's firm but not rough--sending goosebumps to ripple across your body. As if he were making sure that this was really happening and not one of his fantasies he's replayed in his head a million and one times over. It takes you both a moment to find the correct rhythm, giggling like teenagers through the clash of your teeth and the poor angle of your heads. But when you do find it--a steady, intimate pattern that makes your heart beat three times too fast--you find yourself thinking that this is the best kiss you've ever shared (though, you suppose that even if it was bad, it would still be the best. It's with Jungwoo, after all).

Your hand has relinquished its former spot on his collar, sliding up to the nape of his neck while the other threads through his fine hair. Forehead against forehead and nose nudging nose, every kiss nothing more than a languid press. Jungwoo kisses you like he loves you, like it's the only way he knows how and the only way he ever could. His brows are furrowed as he moans quietly, preening at the feeling of your loving touch and swallowing every whisper of a whimper which escapes your mouth.

"Jungwoo," you manage before you're cut off with another press of his lips, "Jung--" another, "--woo," and another. He's listening, you know he is, you can tell with the way he kisses you. Boyish grin pressed against your own exasperated smile, lavishing you in seemingly never-ending affection despite your every intention to speak. "Kim--" three more, "Jungwoo,"

He only hums in response, utterly self satisfied as he snags your bottom lip with his teeth earning a (rightfully) harsh tug on his hair (one that only serves to pull a whine from the back of his throat that plummets your stomach straight down to your toes). And when you do part--breathless and hearts hammering--you can't help but feel a little dizzy. Very dizzy as he chases your lips, eyes still closed as he gives your waist a squeeze. But you stop him, blocking his mouth with the palm of your hand (which doesn't manage to deter him, pressing a few chaste pecks there as well) and a soft laugh.

"Did you hear me earlier? I said--"

"I love you."

His words are muffled from behind your palm and you can feel his smile, the way his breath stutters a bit when he says it, the way he leans forward into your touch just to be that half a centimeter closer. Jungwoo says it like it's the most obvious sentiment in the world (and to him when it's about you, it is), like even if you were to never confess in the first place, he'd already know.

And when you drop your hand--shaping the words on your tongue, just to feel them--you don't have a chance to be brave again. To be honest and to say them in full, meeting him head on in his affections. You can't, not when he's already leaning back in and stealing another kiss. But you don't mind, not really.

🦌: real not clickbait true story about jungwoo and i, i've literally never lied in my entire life ever this happened and we're engaged.

lovietheory™ ───── 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽. bambi

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tears ♡ haechan

summary: donghyuck gives you a different reason to cry. 

warnings: mentions of dacryphilia (sexual pleasure or arousal from seeing tears or hearing the sounds of crying), creampie, mention of edging, cock warming, aftercare.

MDNI/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

Your eyelashes are decorated with tears as you desperately bounce in Donghyuck’s lap, whiny moans escaping your mouth as you try to hold off your orgasm. The burning sensation within you getting overwhelming with each thrust as you tilt your head back, your hands placed on his thighs as you try to fuck yourself harder and all it takes is one blink too have your cheeks tear stained too. 

“You okay, baby?” Donhyuck’s voice is sweet in comparison to the rough treatment he had been giving you in bed only moments ago and you know he’s only asking because he’s aware that he has been pushing you to your limit today, so the last thing he wants is for you to cry because he’s been too harsh. As much as he enjoys (and gets off) from the tears that fall from your eyes in situations like this, sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both parties involved.

“Yes.” You gasp out, more like convincing yourself and you bite your bottom lip as you slow down on his cock, your hole clenching around him and he fucks himself up into you. 

“Wanna cum?” He asks as his hands make their way to your waist, pulling you closer to himself as he continues his upwards hip movements and you moan, vigorously nodding as you allow yourself to fall against him as you roll your hips to the best of your ability.

“Then cum for me baby.” 

You nearly cry at the granted permission to climax, your hips stuttering so Donghyuck’s complete takes over, helping you rock back and forth on his cock as you rode out your high. A line of moans, whimpers and gasp like noises fall from your lips as Haechan also releases inside you, holding you down with a tight grip on your hips as your whole body goes limp against him. 

Even after he’s finished inside you and fills you up to the brim, you haven’t budged from your position against him, your face buried in his neck. You feel one of his hands move up and soothingly rub against your bare back.

With your eyes closed and a few tears still dotting your lashes, you lay against him, his cock still stuffing inside you almost like a plug, preventing his cum from falling out. 

“Look at me, baby.” He coos in a gentle voice and you lift your head up to look at him as asked. The first thing he does is wipe your eyes with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It-This wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head, offering him a subtle smile and return your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I know you weren’t crying because of my dick earlier though.” He chuckles with his chest, making you laugh and you bring your hands up, wrapping them around his neck as you shift closer to him on his lap. 

Donghyuck lets out a low grunt, hands rushing to steady your hips and prevent any further overstimulation as you mumble an answer in relation to how stressful you’d been feeling lately. He presses yet another kiss but this time to the top of your head and you hum. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. Bubble bath? To soothe your stress away.” 

“Really?” You turn to look up at his face with soft eyes, your head still resting on his shoulder and he nods.

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21:38 | HAECHAN (NCT) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, SWEARING, COWG1RL, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 0.1K

“Go on,” Haechan gestures with a nod after giving you a moment to adjust to his length. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” 

Your cheeks feel hot and him smirking from underneath you doesn’t help the feeling either. You rise slowly, knees buried either side of him as you’re straddling him. Your hands slowly come up to your chest as if you were putting on a show for him. 

Haechan chunkles, watching you move on his cock and he moves his hand from your thigh to your hip. He gives it a tight squeeze as you ride him. Thrusting upwards, almost making you tumble forward as you let out a gasp. 

You plant your hands on his bare chest to steady yourself on top of him. 

“Like you need it.” Haechan whispers, caressing your thigh.

His tone flips a switch inside of you and with your hands now on your thighs, you begin to lightly bounce on his dick with a little more confidence. Occasionally grinding back and forth with the guidance of his hand on your hip, the sensation causing a moan to slip from your lips. 

“That’s it.”

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PHONE SEX | YUTA (NCT) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, MUTUAL MAST3RBATION, SWEARING, EDG1NG?, ORGA5M, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 0.7K

“What are you wearing?” Yuta’s voice’s low as he speaks, his hand palming his cock over the rough denim fabric of his jeans and you have the phone pressed against your ear. The bedsheets are soft against your bare legs, a faint lavender scent lingering on your body from the lotion you applied earlier. 

“That lilac lingerie you got me last month…” You whisper, teasing him. Your hand wanders over your chest, over the delicate lace fabric and you imagine it’s him doing all the touching. 

He lets out a groan, trying to remember how good you looked in it last time you wore it, the fabric leaving not much to the imagination, so pretty, so fuckable.

“Already touching yourself?” You ask if it's an innocent question, but you can already tell he is.

Yuta hums a ‘yes’, impatiently unzipping his jeans, pushing down his boxers and whipping out his cock. He grunts as he quickly pumps his length a few times, his mind wandering back to you. He tries to remember that lavender scented lotion you use, his cock throbbing in his hand. “Feels so good…” It’s his turn to whisper, to tease you. His tone is low enough to send a shiver down your spine yet also be the reason for the arousal’s pooling between your legs. 

You bite your lower lip as your fingers move lower, tracing the fabric over your crotch. You drop your phone next to your head on the pillow, now free from the device you were holding and moving to your chest, over your nipple. But your touch doesn’t feel enough, even over the thin fabric so you move the straps off your shoulder, then the other, then past your hips and finally, it's tossed to the side.  

Yuta can hear some shuffling on the other side of the phone, listening patiently as he rubs his dick. 

“Yuta…” You whimper. 

“Yes, baby?”

“It’s off.” 

“The lingerie?” He asks, trying to keep his tone steady as he leans back in his chair. ‘You’re naked’ he thinks to himself, ‘you’re naked yet he’s too far to enjoy even a little peek of it’. 

“All of it.” You answer, the corner of your lips turning into a sly smirk as you speak.

“Fuck.” Is all he can muster up the courage to say, his climax nearing already.  

“It’s so cold though…” You whine and your nipples are hard when you brush your fingertips over them. “Wish you were here to warm me up.”

Yuta hums again, his mind wandering over the many ways he would. You underneath him, missionary style? What about spooning? He’d keep his cock in you even after you keep, letting his cum drip out of you, squirming you couldn’t help from the overstimulation… Oh, were the possibilities endless–

Two sharp knocks is enough for Yuta to be snapped back to reality, back to the hotel room he was staying in. Mark’s voice calls his name from behind the door and Yuta rolls his eyes in annoyance before he begins to excuse himself to you. “Wait a sec, babe–”

“No, keep me to your ear.” 

Yuta’s taken back by the idea, but he doesn’t move his phone away from his ear whilst he fixes himself, pulling up his boxers and his jeans. Nor does he move the phone away when he opens the door, his fellow member’s face looking a little tired but cheerful nonetheless.

ꪆৎ

You’ve been making the most lewd noises on the other side of the phone and Yuta tries his best to maintain his composure, his cock twitching in his boxers at each gasp you let fall from your lips. He tugs his black t-shirt down in efforts to hide the growing tent in his jeans whilst Mark searches through the suitcase on the floor. 

You can feel the pleasure building up, your orgasm begging for release and you make sure Yuta can hear that. The wet noises coming from your pussy, mixed with your whimpers and gasps as your fingers move at a fast pace. In the background, you hear Mark. 

“I swear I saw it in this bag…” 

Yuta hasn’t been more annoyed at any of his members till now (i’m so sorry mark bby <3). Mark just had to misplace something and try to find it now out of any other moments-

“Yuta-ah, please, please…” You cry out as your climax washes over you, the hot feeling messing up the steady pace you had and he nearly drops the phone, quickly turning down the volume as Mark snaps his head towards him.

 “Was that-” 

“She, she just stubbed her toe, don’t, don’t worry about it. Just uh, look for the thing you’re here for.”

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FIRST TIME | TAEYONG (NCT) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (RECEIVING), PROTECTED S3X, ORGASM, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 0.9K

“Are you sure?” Taeyong asks as both his hands rest on your lower back, the feeling more intimate than usual. 

“Never been more sure about something.” You answer, tilting your head to one side before planting a soft kiss on his lips. 

Taeyong chunkles, the sweet sound causing your lips to curve into a smile and he kisses you back. 

“We’ll take it slow.” Taeyong’s voice is reassuring as he mumbles against your lips. His hands sneaking under your top, his cold fingers against your warm back causing you to gasp into his mouth. He doesn’t break the kiss as he guides you towards his bed but when the back of your legs touch the wooden frame, you're the first one to break the kiss. 

ꪆৎ

“F-fuck…” The word falls from your lips as Taeyong hungrily laps at your heat and your digits twist in his bedsheets underneath you. When you arch your back at the hot feeling pooling in your stomach, his hands stay firm on your thighs and he buries his nose closer, the tip of it rubbing against your clit and making you moan his name.

You’re glad his roommate isn’t home, otherwise they’d hear all the noises your boyfriend has you making. 

Taeyong doesn’t stop until he has you whimpering, your thighs trembling either side of his head and your slick coating the lower half of his face with how messily he’s been eating you out. He’s been desperately humping his own mattress in attempts to calm his own dick and there’s a small wet patch from the pre-cum that’s leaking from his tip. 

When he’s satisfied with how wet you are, he moves back. You let your knees touch, your face feeling hot and the pleasure still lingering. “Oh, that felt so…” Your tongue darts out, licking your lower lip and you realise how thirsty you are. 

“Good?” Taeyong asks, his hand reaching over to his bedside table and pulling out the first drawer before rummaging through its contents. 

You hum in agreement, a light laugh falling from your mouth as you enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss. 

“Do you want…more?” Taeyong asks, shyly and you raise your head letting your eyes land on the small packet in his fingers. 

It’s a condom.

You nod and he discards his boxers before opening the packet, his tip glistening with pre-cum. You watch him roll it over his length, the familiar feeling of arousal pooling in between your legs and you find yourself squeezing them together.

You let your head fall back on the pillow and Taeyong crawls over, hovering on top of you on his bed. Both his hands are planted either side of the pillow now and you part your thighs, knees bent and brushing lighting against his sides.  

‘This is it’ you think to yourself, taking in a sharp breath of air and body tensing up ever so slightly due to the anticipation, you can’t help it. Your mind races through all that you've heard from your friends who had their first times and Taeyong notices. 

“Relax.” His voice is soft but it’s firm enough to let the tension fizzle away. “We can stop anytime, just let me know.”

“Mhm…” you nod and Taeyong lowers himself, hand on his cock as he guides himself to your entrance. You gasp when the tip brushes against your hole and he brushes it up your slit, as if he were testing the waters. 

A mix between a moan and a sigh escapes from your lips at his action. “Please.” 

Hearing your beg isn’t something Taeyong’s used to, especially when he’s got you underneath him like this. He lets out a shaky breath as he pushes the tip into you, making you whine and arch your back off the bed a little. 

When he bottoms out, with a fair share of patience and even more kisses, he’s gentle with movements. But the soft gasps you let out, the way your pussy squeezes around his cock, it’s taking Taeyong every ounce in his body to not bust his load in you this quick.

He tries to slow his movements in hopes to delay his building climax but when you whine ‘more’ taeyong cant help but give it to you. The room is quickly filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and your own moans. There’s a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach once again and you whine as it tightens, your own pussy clenching around his length.  

“You’re gonna- ah, fuck… you’re gonna make me cum-” Taeyong groans, his thrusts beginning to get faster as he shamelessly fucks his cock into you. 

“Then cum!” Your cry out, your fingers sinking into his forearms as the hot pleasure threatens to take over your body. Your body is shivering underneath him from all the pleasure he’s giving you, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. 

“You first-” Taeyon’s breath hitched, his thumb finding its way to your clit and the rest of his hand resting on you, keeping the circles he’s drawing on your sensitive bud steady. You swear you could’ve come right there and then but you’re determined to make him finish first too. 

You cry out his name as the knot finally snaps, your orgasm hot just like the white ropes Taeyong shoots inside you, coating your walls with his release. He groans as he slides his cock out of you, letting the cum ooze out of you as you try to catch your breath.

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Dry Humping | MARK LEE

Mark held your waist as you both passionately made out after he came back from work all exhausted, his hands moving around your body as he only scooted you closer towards him. He deepened the kiss by moving his hand to the back of your neck, pushing it closer towards him as all you could do was tug on his shirt and let out small whimpers. Mark let out a groan in the kiss as he felt you bite down on his bottom lip, shoving your tongue inside his mouth while he grabbed both of your hips and started to buck them up, creating friction between your shorts and his jeans.

You let out a quiet moan in the kiss as your legs spread wider, letting him take control as you continued to kiss him, feeling Mark pin your waist down onto his harden bulge and started bucking his hips up roughly. He pulled away from the kiss as he threw his head back and bit down on his lip, looking at you through hooded eyes as he saw you throw your head onto his neck and grip onto his shirt. “Fuck..feels good baby?” he whispered out in a breathy tone as you nodded, whimpering in his ear while you tried to match his thrusts.

That driving Mark crazy as he whined, pulling you off to push his pants down as he took off your shorts, leaving you both in your underwear before he started bucking his hips up again. Leading you both to moan out loudly, you gripped onto his shoulders as you moaned in his ear, Mark holding your waist down as his hips moved on their own, he leaned into your ear as he rubbed his harden cock on your wet panties. “so g-good..god I can feel you through my boxers, got you soaked huh?” He let out a low chuckle at the end as he continued his brutal humping.

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CASUAL THREESOME | JOHNNY & JAEHYUN (NCT) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, ALCOHOL, HAIR PULL1NG, BL0WJOB, D0GGYSTYLE, UNPROTECTED S3X, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 0.9K

Johnny is sprawled out on the couch next to you with a lazy grin planted on his lips, his long arm draped comfortably across the backrest. On your other side, Jaehyun sits close with that smooth smile that never gives away too much, his gaze heavy but unreadable. The three of you had been drinking, talking too loudly, laughter bubbling over at nothing.

Somewhere between a teasing comment and a dare that wasn’t really a dare, the air shifted.

The space between you and them feels suddenly different, heavier. Johnny’s thigh presses against yours while Jaehyun leans in just slightly, his chuckle low and soft against your ear. Neither of them moves away; they don’t need to.

Johnny’s gaze dips over you, slow and deliberate, before flicking toward Jaehyun. “You think she can handle both of us?” His tone is light and teasing, but the spark in his eyes says he’s not joking.

Jaehyun laughs softly, his dimples showing even as his hand slips across your thigh, casual, like it belongs there. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

You should laugh it off. Tell them they’re ridiculous. But your pulse stutters when Johnny leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, his voice dropping low.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, that deep drawl of his rolling through you. “Let us take care of you tonight. No pressure. Just fun.”

And with Jaehyun’s fingers already brushing higher up your leg, the heat in their gazes leaving no room for doubt, you know you’re not going to say no.

There’s no warning. Johnny leans in from one side, Jaehyun from the other, and suddenly you’re caught between both of them. Johnny’s mouth finds yours first, hot and teasing, while Jaehyun’s lips press at your neck, his teeth scraping lightly at your skin.

The contrast makes your head spin. Johnny’s hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently to keep you against him, while Jaehyun’s hand pushes higher up your thigh, warm and insistent.

Johnny momentarily breaks the kiss, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your top. He tugs at the fabric, a silent question in his gaze. Without thinking, you lift your arms, letting him peel it over your head. Cool air rushes over your skin, chased instantly by the heat of his stare, and you instinctively cross your arms over your chest.

Johnny guides your hand from your chest to his crotch, letting you feel the hard outline of him through his jeans, teasingly.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun’s hands slide straight under your skirt and panties, leaving you only in your bra. He shifts you gently so your legs are positioned just right, giving him full access while keeping you trapped between both of them.

His fingers brush over your clothed cunt, touch feather-light, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

“Ready for both of us?” Johnny murmurs, lips brushing your ear, voice low and teasing.

ꪆৎ

Jaehyun’s cock feels heavy on your tongue, your hand wrapped firmly around the base as you stroke what you can’t take. His breath is low and unsteady, barely audible as your lips and tongue work in rhythm with your fingers.

Behind you on the couch, Johnny has eased inside, filling you to the brim, stretching your walls until your back arches instinctively. His hands grip your hips, guiding you as he begins a slow, deliberate thrust.

The contrast between them, the weight and heat of Jaehyun in your mouth, Johnny pressing deep inside, makes your head spin. Your body caught perfectly between them, your senses overloaded with sensation.

Johnny groans low behind you, the sound reverberating through your spine, while Jaehyun hums encouragement above, his fingers pressing lightly into your hair to keep you steady. Neither of them lets up, and you realise you’re entirely at their mercy, every inch of you alive with fire.

Then Johnny slides one hand from your hip to your clit, fingers circling with deliberate pressure, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat around Jaehyun.

The sudden vibration makes Jaehyun exhale slowly, his grip in your hair firm but not rough as he watches you struggle to keep pace. His gaze is steady, and unblinking as his hips shift just enough to push deeper against your tongue.

“Easy,” he murmurs, voice smooth and low, every word deliberate. His thumb strokes along your jaw, guiding you to hold him just where he wants. “Breathe through it… take me slow.”

Johnny chuckles under his breath, thrusts pressing deeper as his fingers toy with your clit in steady, merciless circles. Between the two of them, you’re caught, every sound you make swallowed down and fed back into their unrelenting rhythm, a loop of pleasure you can’t escape.

You can feel the heat building low in your stomach, the knot tightens with every thrust Johnny delivers and his pace quickens behind you, more desperate now, less controlled.

He’s the first to break, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep, a guttural groan leaving his throat. Warmth floods inside you as his release spills over, your walls clenching instinctively around him. The sensation makes your whole body jolt as you reach your own high, muffled whimpers vibrating around Jaehyun’s cock, still heavy on your tongue.

Jaehyun’s grip in your hair tightens, steadying you, his gaze unyielding. “Don’t stop,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, as though Johnny’s climax doesn’t change the fact that he still wants every bit of your attention.

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jeong jaehyun (n)sfw alphabet

mdni!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s alllll up on you, literally unable to disconnect himself from you. if he’s not holding you against his body, arms wrapped so tightly you start to think that your circulation is being cut, he’s following you around the house like a lost puppy. when you stand up to shower he jumps up to grab you a towel, and your clothes, continuing to pepper kisses across your shoulders and neck as you walk into the shower where he joins you and mumbling small compliments into your skin.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

what does he spend all that time in gym for if not to throw you around like you’re the weight of a feather? his favourite part of his own body is his muscles, only because he knows that you like them and when you are happy so is he. “happy wife happy life.” he secretly likes when you take a little longer to gaze at his biceps when he carries something heavy, or after going to the gym together; so feeling you grab onto his arms during sex stirs something up in him that he has never felt before.

its also a crime to say that jaehyun is anything but a boob man. don’t get me wrong, he appreciates a good ass (specifically yours), he enjoys an occasional slap, a hand softly placed on the curve of your ass just to touch you. but your boobs are on another level…his favourite thing to do is squish them at literally any moment he can. the sensation of the flesh filling out the spaces between his fingers is something he craves when he is away from you, not even just in a sexual way—but because it makes him feel close to you. and the fact that you would let him do that to you makes him feel a little soft inside. during sex though, they’re the second most viewed thing (the first being your pretty face); he’ll put them in his hands, his mouth, against his skin, you name it, he wants it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

apart from in you? he’s not a super fanatic of doing things with cum, just like any man he likes to see his cum all over your lips after you’ve given him a blowjob to use his fingers and swipe it across your lips like lip gloss. to be honest, most of all he likes to see the look on your face when he has your cum on his chin and nose, letting it glisten under the dim lights of your room.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

the thought of recording his own porno just for yours and his eyes really plagues his mind. every time you and him get intimate there is a little thought in the back of his head that wonders what it would look like from another person’s perspective, and the way that your little breaths and moans reverberate into the mic and speakers. being able to look back on videos whenever he pleases, whenever he misses you enamours him and is something he wishes to have. he’s a private person, it would never see the outside of your bedroom, and whenever a member tries to go through his phone he immediately snatches his phone out of their hand. he wouldn’t ask you to film a sex tape right from the get-go though, it would start subtly with a couple of sexts, then the exchanging of a couple nudes, then maybe having phone-sex when he’s abroad. he would only bring it up later into the relationship when he knows that you are enjoying doing things like this as much as he is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

virgin? obviously not. extremely experienced sex master? also no. he knows what he’s doing, he knows the steps and what women generally enjoy. i mean, how can you go wrong with head? however, he’s in his element when he’s with you. being in a long term relationship with you means that he can get to know more than the surface, he knows ever single curve of your figure and where his hands fit perfectly, and what things get your face to flush and your lips to part. you give the experience he needs, and it only gets better the longer you are together because you get to explore different things that he and you like.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

apart from missionary, where he gets to see your face and all it’s little micro expressions, your boobs that are always nice to look at too obviously. its the fully package really, all within reach of his greedy hands. it gets better when you put your leg on his shoulder and he was some leverage to grab on to, and to turn his head to press his lips against your skin. he also likes the face off position, a more intimate cowgirl where he feels most connected to you. the skin-to-skin contact, being able to press worn out kisses all over your face and wrap his arms around your shoulders to bring you even closer to him while you ride him. the real deal.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it can vary, when you first started dating he would try to act more serious because he would be overthinking everything and trying to make sure it felt good for you. he also wanted to seem like a serious candidate for you. but the more times that you get intimate, because he is the most unserious person at heart, he can’t help but letting a laugh slip sometimes. like, you haven’t ever laughed at a queef before????? it’s funny. also just the feeling of being so happy and so intimate with you, literally the closest two people can get can be overwhelming, in a good way, which makes laughing feel like the only right thing to do.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it would be weird if that happy trail of his led to nothing, but its cleaned up, he takes care of himself.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so romantic, he thinks that literally every movement of yours is the most beautiful thing ever, so graceful and so pretty. he likes to see the way your hands sometimes grip around the bedsheets, and to encase your hand with his to spread his warmth. his lips struggle to leave your skin, whether it be your lips, your neck, your jawline or anywhere where he can feel the goosebumps that riddle your skin and the sweetness of your natural scent. the lights in your room are always dim and there’s always a playlist of rnb playing quietly during it. he is able to romanticise every little movement and every noise, being with you is an experience on a different plane of existence and he wants to savour every single moment of it. he prefers to go slowly, lots of talking and smiling and giggling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

when he’s away, he seems like the type to let you know that he is jerking off. he only resorts to doing so when you aren’t around and the whole time he’d be thinking of you. you’d be alone in your bed in the dead of night, sleeping on his side of the bed to smell his presence and then receive a text message. it wouldn’t be explicit or anything, something like “thinking of you right now” and you’d just know exactly what he was doing. he would never ask you to send nudes, but when you’re in the right mood you would send him something to usher him on.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

honestly, he doesn’t seem like a very kinky person, but he’d be willing to try new things for you. when you ask him to try using his tie as a blindfold he would say yes, and he would enjoy watching you squirm and twitch under him when he ghost his fingers along your body. he liked to slap your ass prior, but seeing the surprise mixed with pleasure when your eyes were covered was even more enjoyable. on his birthday, when you asked to blindfold him and give him his birthday surprise he was hesitant, but he trusted you enough to let you do that to him. he enjoyed it, but he thinks it’s because it was your hands that were touching him and heightening his senses, letting him focus on sensations that he had never before. so as long as it was something that you wanted to do, he’s just happy to take part—although i think he would draw the line at things that hurt you seriously.

i see him liking the idea of public sex too, not too public obviously. but cars and rooms that are separated only by paper-thin walls excite him. being able to make you moan and having the headboard creak only to just walk out of the room and act like nothing happened is amusing to him.

breeding kink????? are you joking? of course. he is just waiting for the day that the two of you are fully ready for a child, and you give him the green light to go all in. until then, he likes to play with fate and do it rawwwwww.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

other than in your bed, his favourite place is the couch in your living room. the atmosphere of the tv that usually plays in the back, shining different colours on your face from the movie that was long forgotten about. the blinds are usually slightly ajar, reflecting your profiles in the window that he likes to take a quick glance at, and playing up to the fact that someone could see the two of you—a picture perfect snapshot that he would capture with this film camera if he could.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

domestic girlfriend. homey girlfriend…should i continue? i know a pile of laundry hates to see him coming because it’s never actually going to be done. ever since moving in with you, the sight of you doing things that are ordinary have riled him up like he has never been before. the curve of your back when he watches you cook from the island in the kitchen, the old shorts and tank top you wear when there are no clean clothes left on a sunday, the way that you flip your hair and expose your neck when you are vacuuming. they help him envision a future where it is just the two of you forever, with hopefully a few kids running around which excites him more than you know.

even just the lazy days when you have been lying around all the couch the whole time, in your pyjamas can get him excited, because your cami is tight and you don’t wear a bra, and the way you eat food is attractive, and the way you drink is too, and so is the way you throw your exposed thigh over his lap when you’re getting comfortable on the couch. at any given moment when he is given the time to look at you for too long, he can imagine himself being all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

extreme kinks, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way. even if you were to suggest trying new things that are a bit more extreme, it would take a lot of convincing because he wouldn’t want the two of you to try something and then regret it. he’s open-minded, but cautious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he gets pussy drunk so baddddd, literally dripping from the chin and back onto you when he eats it. he could go on for hours because the way that you moan out his name quite literally sounds like music to his ears. so much so that the first time he gave you head he came in his pants without you evening touching him, just from the way you were reaching out for his hair from above him, and breathing out his name. he only confessed it to you a year into your relationship in which you were so flattered you gave head just the way he likes it, which is definitely just as messy as him. he wants you to use his cum as lipgloss, and when you guide his hand into your hair. he isn’t a massive head pusher, only when you let him do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

always slow, he doesn’t see the point of getting intimate if he isn’t able to have the whole experience. he enjoys foreplay, and wants to give you all the attention he has by going through the steps and focusing on every bit of you. even if he’s mad or frustrated he would still go slow, because he doesn’t want to take his anger out on you. instead, he likes the way the slowness calms him down and brings him back to his senses. and make-up sex after arguments would be even slower as he feels he has to relearn the little things about your body and wants to relish in the things he could’ve lost but thankfully didn’t. the only times that he would be fast would be the mornings before a flight abroad, and even though you two would have had sex the night before he just needs to do it one more time before leaving so he can remember the sensation when he is away from you. it would be quick because he doesn’t want to be late for his flight, and also because if you were to take your time he just wouldn’t leave.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a massive fan. again, he just wouldn’t see the point when he can take his time with you, there’s no rush. although there are times when you’re together in a group setting, like on a vacation with friends and the sight of you is just so unbearably gorgeous he can’t resist pulling you into the room you share in the airbnb. and then you come out no more than ten minutes later, which is just enough time before people start to realise you’re missing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not a massive experimenter, he likes to do what you like, to an extent.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he could on for hours, and sometimes he does. on the days that you look extra good, or have managed somehow to make him jealous even though he isn’t really a jealous person. but on a day to day basis 2-3 rounds is a happy medium, because he believes everything is better in moderation.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he would never buy a toy for himself or for you, but if you were to get gifted one from one of your friends as a joke, he would probably try it at least once.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

very subtly throughout the day, maybe very small gestures like his hand on the small of your back, or caressing your shoulders when you are talking to someone. if he were to tease you seriously, it would be more privately at home like if you were to have gotten some icing on your face from a cake you were eating, and he’d kiss it off you. he prefers to be teased rather than tease someone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud. he’s for sure not screaming or anything, but he does let out some breathy moans and groans. he’s more verbal when he’s having sex, like whispering words of praise and your name constantly. i think he could also let out an occasional whimper when something just feels too good, and his deep voice would crack under your actions.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

shower sex. he’s obsessed. ever since you let him step into one of your showers and you turned around and kissed him with the warm water pouring over your heads like it was some sort of romcom he was hooked. you’re naked anyway, why not just have sex? he likes pressing you up against the glass door of the shower, and then seeing water that water that has condensed everywhere but the shape of your body. he also likes the steaminess that makes his eyesight a little hazy. it’s all very romantic and intimate to him. plus, you don’t need to get up to shower after sex because you’re already in there. even when you have regular sex in your bed, sometimes when you get up to shower it continues in there because it is all just too tempting for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

yeah. biiiiig.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think he’s crazy by any means, he prefers simpler and more cute moments with you. don’t get me wrong though, he’s still definitely horny a lot. but he keeps it to himself most of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after a quick wash up he’s out like a light. snoring and everything. he’s worn out completely, there’s no chance for pillow talk when he’s already under the covers and pulling you into him to sleep.

[rarebabyx]

mdni!

thinking about…

how unbelievably pussy drunk jeong jaehyun gets. his element is truly with his fingers gripping around your inner thighs, spreading them open for him. and keeping them open too—even when you start squirming, back arching away from the bed sheets just to try and move in some way. your brows furrowed together in an overwhelming sensation of dizzying pleasure while jaehyun eats you out, breath exhaling out of his nose and mouth completely muffled against you, eyes glancing up to memorise and sear every micro-expression you make into his head forever.

it all started the first time you let him go down on you. he was already turned on seeing you completely bare in front of him, his hands groping your boobs like its the first time he’s ever seen them, just glancing between your expression and the way his fingers curl around the flesh. your hair sprawled out around you, him stood between your legs looking like he might eat all of you up whole. but when he finally lowered himself down to your wriggling hips, pressing gentle kisses onto your skin all the way from your jaw, down the soft plane of your stomach and the space where the waistband of your panties once was, his mouth fell open a little at how lewd you were acting already, stringing out breathy little moans of his name. it almost felt like his stomach was curling in on itself. the kind of feeling you get only when you’re still a virgin, when the amateur hormone overload betrays you.

but he still pushed through, for you. ignored the tent in his sweatpants. ignored the way his own breath quickened and his face started to flush with a warmth. he still buried himself between your legs, mouth parted, eyes a little wide. he didn’t have to do much for your hips to buck up instinctively against his face, your head lifting suddenly from the bed to look down at what exactly he’s doing to you, hands already reaching for his hair. only to be met with his eyes already glancing up at you, pupils blown, letting out a moan against your slick middle he didn’t even know he could make.

his boxers grew unbearably tight, painfully stretching over his length until he considered just pulling his trousers down in that very moment. but he wouldn’t. he couldn’t when his hands were already preoccupied, wrapped tightly around the back of your thighs, lifting your hips up towards his greedy mouth at the perfect angle. his wet lips consuming everything you can give him until it dribbled down his chin and made the tip of his nose glisten. he mirrored your moans without even realising, feeling his face get even hotter, his crotch almost numb as he desperately moaned for your release in a way he never thought he could.

even as he gazed up at you, through his dark lashes and past the curves of your breasts, at the small glimpses of your exposed throat as you tilt your head back in pleasure sent jolts of something unexplainable to his cock. and as he listened to the final gasp of his name, felt your fingers grip tighter onto his hair and the heels of your feet digging into his back a little harder he didn’t even realise it was happening.

he spluttered a mewl against you, his hands gripping onto your thighs even tighter, his hips jerking forward automatically into nothing as his cum shot into his boxers, leaking through onto his sweats and leaving a dark grey stain. his brows furrowed, lips unsealing from around you for a moment, just so he can inhale a sharp breath. and then let his face fall back down between your legs, his cheek resting softly against your inner thigh, both of you panting like the room doesn’t have enough oxygen.

“i came.” he breathed out against your skin through the aftershocks, before you could even say anything. he wasn’t embarrassed, he was just putting it out there. letting you know that you made him come without touching him. that the sheer overdrive of his five senses with you turned him on enough to make him come in his pants. and you tilted your head to look down at him, a small, lazy smile on your face. and when you sat up, he let you run a soft fingertip down the stain. let you commit it to memory the way jaehyun has you.

and now every time he eats you out, slips his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with one strong tug, you ask him, “are you going to come this time?” and he lets out a quiet chuckle, lowering himself to press a tiny kiss to your cheek and whisper back to you, “no promises. do you want me to?”

[rarebabyx]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐎 ──── [𝐉. 𝐉𝐇] 𓈒  𓈒  𓈒 

( 재현 ) ; fem!reader x jeong jaehyun

──── a tense argument on the drive home from dinner with jaehyun’s colleagues leaves you fuming, but once you step inside, the fight takes on a different kind of tension. but you know exactly how to push his buttons. and he knows exactly how to pull you back in.

✦ husband!jaehyun, dominant jae, flirty flirty flirty, post-argument, reason for argument is kinda dumb, suggestive.

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husbandljaehyun drives with his jaw locked, fingers tight around the wheel as you yell beside him.

"you're impossible, jaehyun!" you exclaim, arms crossing as you turn in your seat to glare at him.

"you never listen. i told you—"

he exhales sharply through his nose, grip tightening even more. his jaw is set, the muscles tensing as he keeps his eyes on the road, but you don't miss the way his fingers flex-restraining himself from responding.

"i heard you the first ten times," he mutters, voice sharp.

"then why do you keep doing it?!"

he doesn't answer, just presses harder on the gas. not dangerously-he'd never put you at risk but enough to make his irritation known.

"jaehyun." your voice drops, stern now. "slow down."

his eyes flick to the speedometer, then to you. his grip loosens just a fraction, but he doesn't apologize.

"you don't get to be mad at me," you continue, voice rising again. "you're the one who-" his hand suddenly moves, fingers curling slightly around your thigh, warm even through the fabric of your pants. it's not affectionate like it usually is. it's a warning.

your breath catches.

he keeps his eyes on the road, but his voice is lower this time, quieter, laced with something heavy.

"stop yelling at me when i'm driving."

and just like that, the fight simmers. not gone, but lingering beneath the weight of his words, of his touch. the car is silent again, but now, it thrums with something else. something unresolved. something that'll have to be dealt with when you get home.

—

the silence in the car was thick, surrounded with something neither of you are willing to touch just yet. your pulse was loud in your ears, matching the rhythmic flex and release of jaehyun’s fingers against your thigh. it’s not a soothing touch. it’s a statement. a reminder that he’s still in control, and still burning with the same frustration you are.

you swallow hard, shifting in your seat, but his grip tightens—just enough to keep you still.

the road stretches ahead, dark and endless, streetlights casting fleeting glows over his face. his expression is unreadable, save for the clench of his jaw, the annoyance simmering low in his eyes.

you glance at the speedometer again. he’s slowed down slightly, and not because you told him to. because he chose to. and that realization stirs something restless in you, something that makes your fingers twitch against your lap.

minutes pass. neither of you speak. the weight of the fight lingers, curling around the air like smoke, thick and stifling. but it’s not just anger anymore. it’s something else.

when jaehyun finally pulls into the driveway, he doesn’t move right away. just sits there, fingers still curled around the wheel, exhaling through his nose. his patience is thinning—you can feel it. he’s waiting.

for you to say something. to push him.; but you don’t.

instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt slowly, eyes on him. he watches you from the corner of his eye, sharp and assessing. you know he feels it too—the tension that’s no longer just about the argument.

without a word, he shuts off the engine. the silence was deafening.

then, his hand leaves the wheel and finds your chin. he turns your face toward him with a grip that isn’t forceful, but firm enough that you know better than to look away. his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, slow. measured.

“you done yelling at me?” he asks, voice quiet but still thick with something else.

you don’t answer right away. not because you’re scared, but because you’re testing him. because part of you did want to push, just a little further.

his fingers press in slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that he’s waiting.

your lips part, a slow inhale. “that depends,” you murmur.

jaehyun’s eyes flick down—to your mouth, and then back up. a muscle jumps in his jaw.

you don’t know who moves first but you both make your way inside.

the moment the door shuts behind you, jaehyun reaches for your coat. his fingers brush your shoulders, firm but careful as he slides it off. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t even look at you, just folds it over his arm before turning away, walking toward the closet to hang it up.

the silence stretches, thick and heavy.

you stand there for a beat, watching the smooth way he moves—the stiff line of his shoulders, the careful way he places your coat on the hook.

it makes your skin itch.

“that’s it?” you finally say, arms crossing tight over your chest. “you’re just going to shut me up and pretend nothing happened?”

jaehyun exhales through his nose, his back still turned to you. for a second, you think he might ignore you, but then he turns, gaze steady.

“i didn’t shut you up.” his voice is calm. “i told you not to yell at me while i’m driving.”

you let out a short, dry laugh. “same thing.”

his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t rise to the bait. instead, he takes a slow step forward, then another, until the space between you feels too small.

“you wanna keep arguing?” he asks, voice quiet but heavy. “because i’m not in the mood to fight with you just to fight.”

you lift your chin, refusing to back down. “oh, so now i’m just looking for a fight?”

his eyes flicker, something dark passing through them. not answering you right away, he watches you with that same unreadable expression he wore all through dinner, the one that made your stomach twist in frustration.

you hate when he gets like this—so in control, so composed, like the argument hasn’t affected him at all.

“don’t do that,” you snap, voice sharp.

jaehyun’s brow lifts slightly. “do what?”

“that. acting like you don’t care.”

“you think I don’t care?” his voice is still quiet, but now there’s something else there. something heavier.

your breath catches, but you don’t let yourself falter. “that’s how it feels when you act like i don’t exist in front of your colleagues.”

jaehyun exhales, running a hand down his face before dragging it through his hair. “i wasn’t ignoring you,” he says, and this time, there’s something raw beneath the evenness of his voice. “i was trying to be professional. i can’t always—” he stops himself, jaw clenching.

you step closer, testing. “you can’t always what?”

he looks at you, eyes dark and searching, and for the first time all night, his restraint slips just a little. his fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s holding himself back from touching you, from grabbing you.

the tension between you shifts, no longer just frustration but something else entirely—something neither of you are ready to name.

jaehyun takes a slow breath, his voice lower now when he finally speaks. “go upstairs.”

you blink. “excuse me?”

his gaze drops to your mouth for the briefest second before meeting your eyes again, unwavering. “go upstairs,” he repeats, softer this time, but laced with something unmistakable.

a command.

you feel your pulse jump.

and just like that, the argument is no longer the most pressing thing between you.

“the hell i will,” you snap, arms crossing tighter over your chest. “you don’t get to just walk in here and order me around like nothing happened.”

jaehyun exhales, but the way his fingers flex at his sides betrays him. he’s still wound tight, still restraining himself. he looks at you for a beat, eyes dark and unreadable, before shaking his head.

“of course,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “you always have to talk back.”

you take a step closer, defiant. “and you always have to shut down the second i call you out.”

his jaw clenches. then, before you can react, he moves.

not rough, not rushed—but fast enough that you barely register the shift before his hand is on your waist, the other reaching up, fingers skimming along the side of your neck, his palm settling warm against your throat. not pressing, just holding.

your breath catches for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

the air between you heats, heavy with something unresolved, something neither of you want to acknowledge just yet.

brushing his thumb over your jaw, he speaks again.

“you think i don’t care?” he murmurs, repeating your words from earlier, his voice lower now, rougher. his thumb now tracing the rapid pulse at your throat, and his lips press into a tight line—he notices.

your stomach twists, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “you have a funny way of showing it, if you do.”

jaehyun exhales sharply, shaking his head again, but his hand doesn’t move. his grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough that you feel the weight of it.

“go upstairs,” he says, voice calm but assertive.

you hesitate, just for a second, your pride keeping you grounded.

his hand tightens, just slightly—a reminder, a test.

“don’t make me say it again.”

your breath shudders out of you. the fight still simmers, still lingers between you, but something has shifted. it’s no longer about words.

you don’t say anything.

you just turn and go.

—

the moment you enter your shared room, you pause, heart rate thrumming in your ears. you can hear jaehyun behind you, his steps slow, measured. unrushed.

you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, and something about it keeps you frozen in place.

his hand finds your wrist first, fingers curling just enough to turn you, just enough to make you face him. He’s close again, closer than before, his presence taking up all the space between you.

your breath hitches.

jaehyun studies you, his expression unreadable, but his grip on you tells you everything you need to know.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says, voice low, smooth. not accusing. Just knowing.

your stomach flips. “what?”

his lips twitch, like he sees right through you. hand sliding from your wrist, up your arm, his touch slow, deliberate, until his fingers press into the dip of your waist.

“you push,” he murmurs, his voice dropping, his other hand coming up to brush your jaw. “you test me. you know exactly what you’re doing.”

you shudder, and his fingers tighten—just barely.

“i wasn’t—” you start, but the words tangle in your throat when his thumb skims over your cheekbone, his touch light, teasing.

jaehyun tilts his head slightly, considering. then he leans in, just enough that his next words brush warm against your lips.

“liar.”

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt without thinking, and jaehyun exhales, shaking his head like you’ve just proven his point.

for a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. you feel it. the way his grip on you tightens, the way his breath mingles with yours.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he leans in further, lips grazing the shell of your ear, and murmurs, “still mad at me?”

your stomach twists, and you hate the way heat coils low in your spine, the way your body betrays you even as your pride screams at you to stay angry.

so you do the only thing you can.

you pull away, just enough to meet his gaze.

“yes,” you whisper, but it’s breathless, shaky, and he hears it.

and he smirks.

jaehyun hums, low and knowing. his grip on your waist tightens just slightly—like he’s testing you, waiting for you to push back again.

you should. you should stay mad, should remind him why this all started in the first place. but standing here, pressed against him, his breath warm against your skin, the sharp edges of your anger have dulled into something else entirely.

something tempting.

jaehyun tilts his head, studying you, his fingers flexing against your waist like he’s debating his next move. and then, so slowly it makes your stomach twist, he leans in again, his lips brushing just over the hinge of your jaw.

not quite a kiss.

your breath shallows.

he stays there, close enough that you feel every slow, measured inhale he takes, before murmuring, “you don’t sound mad.”

the words send a fresh wave of frustration through you, but before you can snap at him, his hands shift. one pressing firmer at your waist, the other sliding up your spine, his palm resting warm between your shoulder blades. it’s possessive, grounding, and it makes your skin tingle.

“say it again,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin just below your ear this time. “tell me how mad you are.”

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. you should shove him away. you should say something sharp, remind him that he doesn’t get to do this after ignoring you all night.

but you don’t.

instead, your fingers tighten in his shirt, and jaehyun exhales, like he already knew this was coming.

and then, he moves.

one second, you’re standing in the entryway of the room, caught in a push and pull you don’t understand. the next, jaehyun is walking you back, leisurely, until your legs hit the bed.

you gasp slightly, gripping his arms for balance, but he’s steady, already anticipating the movement. his hands never leave you, guiding you down so your back meets the soft, pillowy sheets.

jaehyun hovers over you, one hand braced on the mattress, the other still resting against your waist. his gaze flickers over your face, taking in the flush of your cheeks, the way your breathing changes when his thumb brushes the curve of your hip.

and then he smirks again, just barely.

“still mad?” he asks, softer this time, like he’s giving you one last chance to fight him on this.

and you know if you tell him no, he’ll stop. he’ll get up, he’ll let you go, he won’t push.

but you don’t want him to stop.

so instead, you lift your chin, meeting his gaze, and whisper, “make me forgive you.”

jaehyun exhales sharply, like he’s been waiting for you to say it.

and then, finally—he kisses you.

jaehyun’s lips move with purpose against yours, pressing you back against the mattress, his weight settling over you.

pulling back, his lips hover over yours, just close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, but he doesn’t kiss you again. not yet.

your hands find his shoulders, then drift lower, gripping the fabric of his buttoned shirt like you need something to hold onto. your heart is racing, your body still humming with the remnants of the fight, with the tension that hasn’t faded but shifted into something else entirely.

jaehyun watches you, his gaze flickering over your face, taking in every shallow breath, every slight movement, every unspoken word.

then, his hand moves again—fingertips tracing down your side, slipping just beneath your dress that had ridden up as he laid you down, skimming over the bare skin of your thigh, slow, teasing.

your body reacts before you can stop it—a small, sharp inhale, the slightest muscle flex. and of course jaehyun notices.

his smirk is barely there, just a slight curve of his lips, but you feel it more than you see it.

his fingers press just a little firmer against your skin, his touch warm, firm.

“forgiven yet?” he murmurs, voice low, smooth, coaxing.

you should say no. you should make him work for it, should remind him of the sharp words exchanged in the car, of the frustration still lingering beneath the surface.

but then his thumb brushes over your the inner part of your thigh, slow, featherlight, and your breath stutters—just enough for him to catch it.

his smirk deepens.

jaehyun dips his head, his lips grazing the side of your throat, the spot just beneath your jaw where he knows you’re most sensitive.

you shiver, goosebumps beginning to form on your skin.

and that’s all he needs.

his voice is quiet, knowing, smug in a way that sends warmth curling low in your stomach.

“thought so.”

his weight pressed just enough against you to keep you right where he wants you. his smirk is still there, subtle but undeniably smug, like he’s already won. like he knows exactly what you’re going to do next.

but he should know by now—you never make things that easy for him.

before he can react, you press both hands to his chest and push, twisting your body just enough to catch him off guard. he grunts softly as he falls back against the mattress, and in the next second, you’re on top of him, legs straddling his waist, palms flat against his chest.

his brows lift, a slow, amused smile creeping onto his face. “oh?” his hands move to settle comfortably on your hips.

you lean in, letting your lips just barely brush against his, close enough that you feel the way his breath hitches. then, as softly as he had whispered it to you earlier, you murmur,

“thought so.”

jaehyun exhales a quiet laugh, his hands gripping at your hips, fingers curling just enough to make you shiver. “cute,” he murmurs, voice rich with amusement.

but before you can bask in your small victory, his grip tightens, and with zero effort, he moves.

one second, you’re on top of him, in control. the next, you’re flat on your back again, his body pressing you into the mattress, his smirk now full and satisfied.

he tilts his head, studying you beneath him, his fingers brushing slow, lazy circles against your skin.

“nice try, though,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your jaw.

your pulse flutters, and he notices. of course, he notices.

his smirk deepens.

you huff, pretending to be unimpressed, but when his hands slide a little lower, his touch warm and unfaltering, you know—he’s already won.

—

[rarebabyx]

pairing: rich husband!jaehyun x female reader ★ genre: fluff, mature, headcanon ★ warnings: mature themes ★ wc: 338 ★ a/n: im frothing at the mouth i need jaehyun so badly

rich husband!jaehyun who spoils you rotten. he takes out that black credit card like that's the easiest thing in the world (it is, to him). slides that credit card for anything, he even gives you a copy in case he's not with you when you need it.

cute shoes you've been eyeing for a while? you should have told him sooner. miumiu bag that suits your skin tone? yeah, that's yours on the spot.

rich husband!jaehyun who takes you on vacation four-five times a year. he loves italy so most of your holidays are spent there, at the lake, at the beach, milan. he rents a house on the lake, and a boat — because how else would the two of you reach some of the islands there, for day trips? you remind him that there are ferries you can take, and he pretends he doesn't hear you when you bring it up.

rich husband!jaehyun who loves expensive wine, expensive dinners. it's not like he won't eat something in the normal price range, but why have all this money if you don't feel the pleasures of life?

rich husband!jaehyun who drives a porsche 718 spyder, for which he spent ten grand more so he could get it in a limited, personalised colour.

rich husband!jaehyun who fucks you senseless. doesn't matter if you're on a boat on a lake in italy or switzerland, or if you're residing in the best resorts around the world. he gets at least two orgasms out of you each time and maybe, just maybe, he considers finishing as well.

rich husband!jaehyun who loves car sex! his porsche or your mercedes-benz he gifted you for your wedding anniversary, it doesn't matter, although he lowkey prefers your car for comfort in the backseat.

rich husband!jaehyun who's dying to put a baby inside you. he loves you, he can provide for you and him just fine, so he'd love to have a baby with you. and that's the thing, a baby with you? looking like both you and him? yeah he wouldn't have it any other way.

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