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imnotjaesblog · 3 months ago
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Sing to Me
starring: Kim Doyoung
Warnings None
Fluff with slight angst if you squint.
I haven’t posted in so long. I’ve missed you guys.
Words: 1k
Enjoy:)
Sing To Me There was no other way to put it. He had watched you from his spot in the classroom every day. To him, without sunlight, you glowed, even in the rain. He could have sworn you were perfect. He made small talk with you whenever he could. He’d use anything as an excuse to talk to you. Your hair, notebook, nails, friends, even homework. Your friends always pointed out his long stares. His eyes are not full of evil intentions but with absolute endearment. He enjoyed your laugh and seeing you smile. It warmed his heart more when he was the reason for it.
There was no denying that Doyoung was in love with you. You couldn’t deny it because you had no idea. Doyoung had been your friend for some time, only a few months since school had started. He hung around in your circle of friends. He attended parties and hangouts with you and everyone else. You never pay much attention to his affection. His kind gestures and compliments tended to go right over his head. Always assumed it was because he was a good friend.
But Doyoung wanted more. He wanted to be more than just your friend. He just didn’t know how to take that next step. Your friends teased the two of you, but mainly him. Usually behind your back, but when they said, “The two of you would make a great couple,” he uncontrollably smiled. You denied the comments, which hurt Doyoung, but he was never mad. How could he be? He had never told you anything.
However, his friend had given him an idea. Doyoung was usually quiet, especially in rooms filled with people he didn’t know. Around his friends, he’d talk and laugh, easygoing. But around you, he felt like he was on a cloud. He was himself with you always. He never wanted to hide any part of himself when it came to you, and he never did. If you loved him or even liked him, he wanted you to like him for him, even if that just meant as your friend.
But there was one other time Doyoung could truly be himself, and that was on stage. Doyoung had always had a fantastic voice. If you asked anyone who’d ever heard him sing ‘amazing,’ it would be an understatement. Most used words like “Angelic” and “Breathtaking,” You had heard Doyoung sing before. You enjoyed his voice. There were even days he’d sing for you. He’d sing you a song to help you sleep or when you were sad. He knew you enjoyed his voice, and he sang to you because it made you happy. His dedication to his music was unwavering and a testament to his love for you.
The entire class time was spent with him scribbling on a piece of paper, finishing the song he had written for you. The song didn’t mention your name, it mentioned a girl, but he didn’t say who. He made sure of it. Did he want you to know? Yes. But that was only if you felt the same way. If you didn’t, he would completely give up and move on. It made him feel nervous. He was fine singing love songs, he had just never written one before. He’d written songs about sadness and pain. He wrote about the idea of love but never anything about being in it. And the fact that tonight you’d hear it scared him. But he was determined to take this leap of faith, to express his feelings through his music.
Every time he thought of it, every time the clock ticked closer to six pm, he felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t paid much attention to you this week. It raised questions in your mind. You hadn’t asked any of your friends to avoid their teasing. You glanced at him in class, your seats not too far apart. He was just a few rows behind you. His eyes trained on the piece of paper in front of him. Brows furrowed and frustrated huffs leaving his lips. He slammed the pencil down and, at one point, sighed. He’d been like that all week. You had no upcoming exams, so there was nothing he could study for. You didn’t see him much outside of class. And when you did, he looked tired most days. His nervousness was palpable, adding to the anticipation of the upcoming performance.
You were sure he wasn’t in a relationship. You would have known. You thought about it. Doyoung spending so much time away from you and the group because of a girl. It made your face heat up. You couldn’t figure out why. Why did the idea of him with another girl bother you? Surely you didn’t like Doyoung. You couldn’t. He was your friend, one of your best friends.
You looked over at him again, concerned that you had chewed on your lip. You stared for a moment, looking away, when he lifted his head in your direction. He had seen you staring at him, and it gave him hope that you would listen to and hear his song and return his feelings for you.
Time passed quickly for you but ever so slowly for Doyoung. Your entire friend group sat in a bar/restaurant. Each wooden table faces a stage. Your friends had all sat around the table with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. You looked around the room, searching for Doyoung, who was still absent. His absence was starting to catch up to you. He had blown you off twice this week and disappeared from the group. No one else could contact him except for one of your friends. But his responsibility is useless to you.
“He’s just busy,” he’d always say. “With what? Did he start working?” you’d asked. He shook his head with a smile.
“You’ll see,” he had said. It just frustrated you even more.
Why was Doyoung being so distant? It did not matter a whole lot to you. You were just being a good friend. Like he had always been to you. Being caring didn’t mean anything more than friendly. Even if it killed you knowing he was keeping something from you. You wanted to ask him about it tonight. He told everyone he was coming to hang out tonight; he promised he was. The least he could do was show up. You, annoyed, turned back to the table, sipping your drink. Then you thought about the possible chance of him being upset at you, which was why he avoided you. But you hadn’t done anything wrong. Up until this week, everything was excellent. It still made you feel weird.
The lights dimmed in the restaurant. Everyone’s loud voices had fallen into a whisper. The stage lights turned on, and everyone’s eyes focused on the small stage. The stage is big enough for a drum, three mics, and a guitar. Anything else was placed on the side. You were now uninterested in any of the performing artists tonight. The restaurant was a usual spot for you and your friends. Most upcoming artists performed here. The stage was also used for Karaoke, an activity you and Doyoung used to do together. He’d purposely sing bad so you would get a higher score.
You smiled, fond of the memory, but your smile faded, returning to the emotions you had felt all day. You were upset, and the more concerned you became, the more upset you got. Your friends noticed and tried to cheer you up. They even noted when an upcoming band performed one of your favorite songs. It caught your eye for a moment. Everything may be fine. Doyoung would have come to you if there was any issue in his life. You smiled, dancing along to the song.
A few more people performed, and you forgot that Doyoung hadn’t shown up. The night was almost over. Most people were getting ready for the last performance before leaving to whatever party or bar they could find outside. Your friends planned on attending some house party not too far away from here. You didn’t feel like going, and the day and food made you tired.
You couldn’t help but glance at the front door. A man had walked through, but it wasn’t him. You turned back, watching more people return from small breaks. The lights had turned on, and the place’s owner walked onto the stage. He smiled as people clapped for him. He grabbed the mic from the stand, bringing it to his lips.
“How is everyone’s night going?” he asked the crowd. Everyone responded happily, some even raising their glasses. You chuckled at the happy sight. He smiles, nodding his head. “This is what I love to hear, and surely this next performer is someone you all love to hear,” he said. People looked around in anticipation. He smirked, scanning the crowd. “He’s performed here almost every Friday night, and you’ve all been here to witness,” he joked, causing little laughter amongst the crowd. Most people just wanted to know who was performing, including you.
“However, tonight he will be singing an original song written for someone in this room tonight,” he said, pointing around the audience drink in his hand. Everyone curiously looked around, trying to find the mystery person. Your friends clapped with others, unsure who the person could be.
The owner hadn’t said his name, telling everyone, “He needed no introduction,” He left the stage, the lights dimming again. The stage was dark, and only you could see a shadow walking on top. You could hear his heavy feet walking along the wood. He stood adjusting the mic to his height. He tapped the mic. You could listen to the boom in the mic. He cleared his throat and looked over to the live band. He nodded, and the spotlight came out. There he was, to your surprise, Doyoung, standing right before you.
So many questions in your mind. He did have someone he was dating. A song written for someone in the crowd. You sighed. You crossed your arms over your chest. A part of you wanted to leave. Another part told you to stay because you had no reason to go. It upset you more that it was bothering you so much. The idea of him singing a song he wrote for some girl he didn’t even tell anyone about. You couldn’t help the question and the wondering as to why he kept it hidden. He could have told you he was busy because of a girlfriend, and you would have understood.
The music began to play. You frowned but stayed because you liked his voice. Doyoung scanned the crowd for you. He felt the nerves overflowing throughout his body. He felt the tightness in his chest, and his heart thumped so hard it felt like it ripped through his chest. He let out a breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he found you. He smiled, but his smile quickly faded when he saw the bothered look on your face. Unsure as to why you were so upset. There was nothing he could do; the only thing he thought to do was sing.
Doyoung sang to you.
And when he finished, you realized the song was for you.
Then you realized all those times spent together when he sang, he wasn’t singing for you.
He was singing to you.
Fin
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imnotjaesblog · 4 months ago
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I wanna get back into writing. I just don’t know what to write about 😔
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imnotjaesblog · 4 months ago
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This was delicious. I am now delusional and I saw a Haechan edit after I watched this it annoyed me for a second before I realized this is not real. This is just a great work of fiction. But omg Jaemin 😩
THE PROMISCUOUS TUTOR (M) | PART TWO
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SERIES MASTERLIST LINK | remember this is the final half of part three of a series! read part one & two for context!
PAIRING | tutor!jaemin x reader
SYNOPSIS |  na jaemin is too sexy to be holed up in the campus library, but once you catch wind of what he does between the shelves, you know it’s your time to see just how well his reputation proceeds him.
WC | 17.7k
WARNINGS | cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, sexual comments, explicit smut, breeding kink, wall fucking, mirror fucking, complete mess of mc's inner thoughts, big muscled jaemin :), jaehyun says annoying perverted things. uh angst at the end i'm sorry, please forgive me.
A.N | tumblr is being stupid and won't let me put it all in one part, so i'm splitting it into two. the first part will be linked on the masterlist. please send asks after you finish reading. i want to hear your thoughts!
Jaemin doesn’t care when you point out Haechan’s shoes near the entrance.
He merely kicks them to the side and pushes you up against the wooden door, hands instinctively finding your waist. They dip under the hem of your shirt and brush against your stomach – forcing a shiver out of you. He was so warm, hands soft against you.
“H-hyuck.” You stammer out.
Jaemin nips at your bottom lip, “Sorry angel, my name's Jaemin.”
“No, Hyuck's home.”
He casts a cursory glance toward the dark hallway, “And?”
“And what if he comes out of his room?” He couldn't catch you making out with Jaemin - hell would break loose.
Jaemin rolls his eyes, leaning in to kiss you again. “He won’t.”
“Jaem,” you whine, clutching on to the tops of his shoulders.
“He’s probably jerking off to some e-girl, he won’t.” Jaemin reaffirms, pressing his lips against yours to stop you from babbling on about Haechan. He was kissing you. You shouldn’t be thinking about someone else.
His hand abandons your waist and finds home on the side of your face, fingers curling underneath your jaw so he could taste more of you. He kisses you slow, afraid that if he does what he really wants, he’ll overwhelm you. But when you part your lips, just slightly enough to where Jaemin can taste the alcohol on your tongue, he thinks he might just lose it. He sighs into your mouth, tongue dipping slightly – testing the waters.
You open up more, letting him bully his tongue into your mouth. It’s hot and wet and desperate – the way he licks up your own tongue, hands fervently inching higher up your waist until your shirt is caught just beneath your bra. You think he’s going to stop there, but he doesn’t. He keeps going until his hands are hooked underneath your arms and then he’s pulling you in the air – instinctively, your legs find his waist, arms circling his neck.
God damn. You knew he was strong, but not that strong.
“What, didn’t think I’d be able to pick you up?” he questions, both hands grabbing your ass to keep you from falling. You shake your head, afraid to speak or move. The last thing you wanted him to do was drop you. “Angel,” he purrs, “Why do you think I’m in the gym all the time? Gotta make sure I’m able to surprise every woman I’m with.”
“Don’t really wanna hear about other women right now Jaem.” You mumble.
He lets out a barely audible chuckle as he continues to carry you to his room. It takes a moment for him to push open the door; throughout, your head remains on a swivel, silently pleading to whatever higher power that Haechan wouldn’t open the door and catch you swept up in Jaemin's arms.
As Jaemin fumbles into the room, he suddenly hoists you up and swiftly hurls you onto his bed with a whoosh of air, catching you off guard with his unexpected strength. You land with a startled thud, momentarily stunned by the forceful motion. Wide-eyed, you gaze up at Jaemin, surprise and exhilaration coursing through you. His playful grin tells you that he enjoys catching you off balance.
“Told you I was stronger than I looked.”
He’s pleased with your reaction, getting cockier the longer you sit there and stare up at him in awe. You were cute like that; a little dazed, with parted lips and windblown hair. He wanted to devour you.
“You can’t do that!” you hiss, righting yourself onto his bed, until your back hit the solid wood headboard. You draw your knees up and swing an arm around them.
Jaemin’s jaw drops dramatically, “Why not?”
You jerk a thumb at the wall – the one that Haechan shared.
Jaemin rolls his eyes, and yells so loud you think you might just die from embarrassment, “Yo! Hyuck!”
Through the wall you hear Haechan yell, “What?”
Eyes going wide, you slap a hand over your mouth. Was Jaemin crazy? What the fuck was he doing?
Jaemin just grins at you like this was the funniest thing in the world. “I got a girl in here so don’t come nosing around!”
A faint grunt sounds through the wall, no doubt from Haechan playing some video game, “Whatever man. Just keep it down, I got a test to study for.” You hear a slew of curses from Haechan’s room. Even though he had a test tomorrow, he surely didn’t intend to study.
“There, happy?”
Your furrowed brow clearly expressed your discontent. Jaemin, once more, rolls his eyes in exasperation before hopping onto the bed. His fingers, icy cold, grasp your ankles and tug you towards him. You struggle to suppress the shriek threatening to escape your throat, your whole body tensing against the sudden movement.
Jaemin isn’t fazed though. Instead, he settles on leaning over your figure, his arms braced on either side of your body to hold up his weight. With you underneath him, he can’t help but admire the sight. You looked fucking beautiful.
He wants to kiss you again.
And Jaemin always gets what he wants.
"He’s not gonna come in here." Jaemin hushes your worries as he starts kissing you. You wanted to protest, but his lips begin trailing sloppy wet kisses down the side of your neck and the words get caught in the back of your throat. "You like that? You like it when I kiss your neck?"
You nod your head, scared that if you spoke, your sentence would be less of a sentence and more of a moan.
"I want you to use your words, baby." Jaemin nudges his knee between your legs as he urges you to give him a vocal response. "I want to hear you say that you like it when I kiss your neck. Like this." He swipes his tongue against the soft skin of your neck and lightly blows, your body shivering at the cold sensation, but relaxing as soon as he presses another warm kiss to your neck.
"I- Jaem... I love it when you kiss my neck." You whimper out, squirming impatiently underneath his touch.
Jaemin snickers at you, "Oh, Y/N, look at you. You’re that desperate for someone good to please you?”
It’s embarrassing that he was right. You were that desperate. It’d been a while since the pleasure was about you. In fact, it wouldn’t be so crazy of a statement to say that you’d finished more times with yourself than you had with another man. But if you told Jaemin that, you’re not sure if he’d laugh or take it as a challenge.
“I’m so embarrassed—” You blurt out.
Jaemin sits up straight as if on cue. His hand grabs your jaw so that you were looking into his eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. It’s a safe space, okay?” You nod your head as much as his hand would allow, “You tell me what you’re comfortable with. And if I do anything wrong, tell me to stop. I’ll stop the second you say something.”
“Okay.” You whisper.
Maybe it was because he was being understanding, and sweet. Or maybe it was because he looked so god damn sexy, watching you through hooded eyes – but you grab a handful of his shirt and tug him back down.
His lips find yours first, soft and commanding, coaxing a whimper out of you. Moving in rhythm, he presses into you, feverishly consuming your taste like it was a fucking drug. When you try to pull away, he chases, not wanting to let you go just yet.
He parts his lips, mumbling against yours, “Oh, don’t get cocky now…You’re mine for tonight and I plan on getting my fill.”
His words send a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach. Jaemin tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue flicking against yours with a slow, deliberate tease. His hand slides down your neck, fingers grazing your collarbone before trailing lower, mapping your body like he wants to memorize every dip, every reaction.
You arch into him as he moves closer, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The warmth of his palm finds the exposed skin at your waist, thumb stroking slow, calculated circles that make your breath hitch.
"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, lips ghosting over your jaw, your cheek, the shell of your ear.
Your fingers fist into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer. "I just…want you."
Jaemin hums, pleased, as he kisses down the column of your throat. "That’s all I needed to hear."
His hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers skimming up your ribs, teasing just under the curve of your breast—but before he can go any further, he pauses, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.
"Can I take this off?"
The second you nod your head, Jaemin is up and moving.
He takes your clothes off in record time. It’s nearly hysterical how you’re completely dressed one second, and the next, your outfit has joined the pile of others on the floor. He gets himself undressed equally as fast, but when you watch it’s like time slows down.
You want to remember all of this, intently observing when he lifts his shirt over his head. His torso was toned, abs tensing and relaxing with the effort of tossing his shirt into the corner of his room. Faint veins peak through the skin of his forearms, and his hands…. his hands. So large and veiny, you can’t help but want two of his thick fingers between your thighs, right then.
“Like what you see?” He comments, fingers already working fast to undo the buttons on his pants.
You don’t respond, too infatuated by the sight that was Na Jaemin. You can’t wait to appreciate what the fuck he was hiding behind the heavy denim fabric. But just as he’s about to pull them down and give you a taste of what you were craving to see; he stops himself.
“Don’t know why I’m taking these off,” he says it like it slipped his mind. “This is about you.”
Jaemin doesn’t give you time to protest before he’s guiding you back onto the bed, lips never leaving your skin. He kisses down your body like he’s savoring every inch, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth and desperation in his wake. His lips graze over your collarbone, your sternum, the sensitive spot just below your ribs. Every kiss is a promise, a whispered devotion against your skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down your waist, gripping your hips like he’s trying to ground himself. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
His mouth moves lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, tongue flicking out to taste the soft skin. He hums against you, satisfied, dragging his lips lower, lower, until he’s just above where you need him most. His breath fans over your inner thighs, and you twitch beneath him, anticipation making you lightheaded.
“Relax, baby,” he coos, looking up at you through dark lashes. “Gonna make you feel good.”
He presses one last teasing kiss to the inside of your thigh before gripping your hips and flipping you onto your knees. The movement makes you gasp, hands scrambling against the sheets as he settles onto his back beneath you.
“Sit down,” he murmurs, voice thick with hunger. He tugs you forward, urging you to straddle his face, but you hesitate, knees pressing into the mattress beside his head.
His hands find your thighs, fingers kneading the flesh as he urges you down. “Don’t make me say it again,” he breathes, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
Jaemins fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, and it takes everything in you not to cry out, “I said sit the fuck down.”
“But what if I–”
“Y/n, I don’t care!” his fingers tighten again, biceps flexing with the exertion of trying to get you to just give in and ride his face.
“Suffocation.” you declare.
“What?”
“What if I suffocate you.”
Jaemin laughs and you can feel his breath against the inside of your thigh. Embarrassment licks your spine. You should have just shut up and gotten on with it.
“Okay one,” he starts, tilting his head to the side to kiss your leg, “I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” he catches your gaze and licks a long stripe up your inner thigh, “And two, even if it did happen theoretically. I think any man would be happy to be suffocated by you. I mean look at you—” he gives another trail of kisses on your other thigh, “Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty pussy”
“Jaem–”
“You’re already straddling my head, just sit down and enjoy yourself.” His eyes soften, “I promised you at least one orgasm.”
Your breath stutters as his words settle in, heavy and warm like his hands on your thighs. His grip is firm, but there’s patience in his touch, an unspoken promise that he won’t rush you—at least, not yet.
“Jaemin…” His name is barely a whisper, more of a plea than a protest now.
“Yes, baby?” His lips graze your skin, teasing, waiting. His voice is silk, smooth and coaxing, laced with the kind of confidence that makes your stomach tighten.
You don’t have a response—not one that makes sense, anyway. Your fingers curl into his hair, your hesitation dissolving with every deliberate kiss he presses to your thighs. His hands slide up, guiding, encouraging.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”
The last of your resistance crumbles as you let yourself sink into his touch, into him—because if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s that Jaemin always keeps his promises.
His hands slide further up, gripping your hips firmly as he pulls you down, guiding you to settle against his mouth. The first slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue sends a shock through your body, making you grip onto his hair tighter, a soft gasp tumbling from your lips.
Jaemin groans beneath you, the vibration making your thighs shake. He eats you like he’s been starving for it, like he’s wanted to do this for so long. His tongue flicks against your clit, teasing, before he seals his lips around it and sucks.
“Fuck,” you whimper, hips stuttering against his face.
He hums in response, clearly satisfied with the sounds you’re making. His grip on your hips tightens as he presses you down harder against his mouth, his tongue working you over with precise, devastating strokes.
“Jaemin,” you pant, trying to lift yourself off, but he’s not having it. His arms flex as he locks you in place, a quiet, muffled growl leaving him.
Jaemin’s fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, and it takes everything in you not to cry out.
“Suffocation,” you blurt out again.
Jaemin chuckles against you, the vibration making your whole body shudder. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
His tongue flicks against your clit with devastating precision, alternating between slow, teasing circles and deep, hungry sucks that have your thighs trembling around his head. He’s relentless—lapping at you like he’s memorizing every sound you make, every little shudder, every sharp gasp.
Your hands fist into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and the groan that rumbles from him is downright sinful. He likes this—loves this, having you like this, falling apart above him with no escape. The control is his, and you’re drowning in it.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shining, eyes dark with something dangerous. “See? Still breathing,” he teases, before diving back in like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
And with the way he’s holding you, tasting you, worshiping you—you don’t think you’ll be able to stop either.
Jaemin, I—”
“I know, baby,” he coos, one hand leaving your thigh to slide up your spine, pressing firm between your shoulder blades to keep you exactly where he wants you. “I got you.”
His mouth closes around your clit again, sucking just hard enough to have your back arching, a strangled moan spilling from your lips. The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue working against you fill the room, and you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or completely undone.
But Jaemin wants you like this—desperate, messy, his.
“Come on,” he murmurs between drench kisses, his voice dripping with something dark and coaxing. “Let go for me.”
Your thighs start to tremble, heat coiling tight in your stomach, spiraling higher and higher as his tongue works you over. He notices, of course—he always notices—his grip tightening as he murmurs, “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
You try to hold back, try to ride the edge a little longer, but Jaemin doesn’t let you. He flicks his tongue faster, lips sealing around your clit with one last devastating pull, and it’s over. Your release crashes through you, your body jerking, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as pleasure swallows you whole.
Jaemin groans beneath you, drinking it down like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, his hands gripping you through every shudder, every twitch.
When the aftershocks finally subside, your body slackens, thighs trembling as you try to catch your breath. Jaemin presses one last lingering kiss to your inner thigh before looking up at you, smug, satisfied, and completely wrecked.
“Told you I’d take care of you,” he murmurs, one hand reaching up to wipe at your face. A tear just rolled down your cheek and you didn’t even realize. “I haven’t even given you my cock yet and you’re already crying?”
Your body is still buzzing, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as you blink down at him. This is it, you think. You’re done. Your legs feel like jelly, and the warmth of his hands on your skin is grounding enough to bring you back down to reality.
You can't believe you just sat on Na Jaemins face.
Still in shock, you move, sliding down from your place above him, hands reaching for the waistband of his pants, ready to return the favor, to touch him, to finally satisfy him—
But Jaemin catches your wrist, stopping you.
“Did you think I was done?” His voice is sweet, teasing, but there’s another promise behind his words that makes your stomach flip. His grip tightens just slightly, his thumb rubbing slow circles against the inside of your wrist.
“Oh, no.” His other hand moves, tracing up your still-sensitive thigh, fingertips grazing higher and higher until they slip between your legs, making you jolt.
“This is about you, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how wet you still are. “And I can make you come again.”
Your breath catches, body still sensitive from the first orgasm, but Jaemin doesn’t give you time to recover. Two fingers slip inside you with ease, curling immediately, finding that spot that makes you see stars.
His pace is slow at first, teasing, letting you feel every inch of his fingers as they move inside you. The stretch is perfect, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge of sensitivity, the remnants of your last orgasm making you gasp at every motion.
“You can give me another one, can’t you?” he taunts, lips dragging along your inner thigh. “I know you can.”
Your fingers grip at his wrist, not sure if you’re trying to stop him or pull him deeper. “Jaemin—”
“Shh, I got you,” he soothes, his voice pure sin. His thumb circles your clit in slow, devastating strokes, and your whole body tenses.
He watches you, completely enthralled, eyes dark with something unreadable—something possessive. His fingers pick up the pace, pressing deeper, curling just right, and your thighs twitch with the overwhelming pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, lips quirking in satisfaction when he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, you like being called mine, hm?”
The heat inside you builds too fast, Jaemin’s touch sending you spiraling again, and before you can stop it, the pleasure snaps—your body jerking, another broken moan leaving your lips as you come undone for the second time.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he coos, his thumb pressing against your clit as he works his fingers deep, stretching you open. “Come on NaNa’s fingers.”
Jaemin works you through it, easing his pace, letting you ride the high as he coaxes every last bit of pleasure from you. When your body finally sags, his fingers slip out, his hand smoothing over your hip to soothe you.
“There you go,” he whispers, kissing the inside of your knee. “Knew you had one more for me.”
Your head spins, your chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But before you can fully process it, Jaemin is shifting, his lips finding yours in a slow, indulgent kiss.
And then, he pulls himself up on the bed so that he’s laying on his back with you snuggled against his chest.
“I can give you another.” He grabs your hand and presses it to his bare chest, eyes glinting in the dim light filtering through the window, “You want another, baby?”
Gingerly, you nod your head, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. It was faster than it should be.
He smiles, “Greedy girl…I like it.”
Pushing himself up onto his knees, he shimmies backwards on the bed until his head in pushed between your thighs again. He looks up at you, lips curled, and eyebrows raised. “You want my fingers or my tongue?”
You’ve had both tonight…but you want more. “Want your cock.”
“Oh baby,” He chuckles, “I told you this was about you, not me.”
“But it’s what I want!” You whine, throwing your head back against the pillows.
You can’t see his reaction, but he licks a long stripe up the inner part of your leg, forcing a shier out of you. “Not tonight, angel. So, tongue, or fingers.”
God, this was gonna be a long night.
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The sunlight streaming through the curtains casts a harsh glow on your face as you begin to stir. Disoriented and exhausted, you roll over to escape the brightness, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.
Realization hits you like a semi-truck.
This bed is not your own.
The sheets feel different, the mattress unfamiliar. Your eyes snap open, and a fleeting moment of confusion sweeps over you.
Oh.
Jaemin’s room—familiar yet disorienting—greets you.
The cream-colored walls are plastered with luxury car and playboy posters, shelves showcasing an impressive array of camera models and strips of film. The floor is strewn with clothes – including your own. His desk sits abandoned of textbooks, and his backpack, which was there last night, is gone.
Looking towards the other side of the bed – it’s apparent that he’s gone too.
At least he had the decency to let you sleep.
Beneath the covers, you become aware of your state of undress, a blush warming your cheeks as the memories of the night flood back.
Just as you start to collect your thoughts, the room’s silence is shattered by the insanely loud ringing of your phone. Panic sets in as you fumble around the bed, searching for the source of the sound.
After a moment of frantic searching, your gaze lands on Jaemin’s desk. There it is – your phone, innocently plugged in to charge.
And the decency to plug in your phone? Unheard of, really.
With a hasty movement, you extricate yourself from the tangled sheets and leap to answer the phone.
Mark’s name flashes across the screen.
“Shit.” You curse, fumbling to press the answer button. Before he can get a word out, you’re already mumbling apologies and promises to make it up to him.
“Dude, calm down.”  Mark's voice, though edged with frustration, carries a note of understanding. You take a deep breath, attempting to steady your nerves as you continue to explain.
"I overslept, Mark, seriously. I lost track of time. I'm on my way to the library right now. We can still work on the project, I promise."
There's a brief pause on the other end, and Mark finally answers. "I already came back to my dorm. If you wanna meet here, I don’t mind. My roommates are here though."
Shit.
Mark was one of the unlucky students this year that got placed in the freshman dorms due to a shortage of upperclassmen housing. Instead of sharing an apartment with one other person, and getting his own room, he was cramped with three other guys. And he had to share his room.
“You don’t wanna meet back at the library?”
On the other end of the line he sighs, “I waited for you to show up for an hour dude. When I left, my seat was the only one open. I’m sure it’s taken now.”
Apologizing again seemed futile. “I’ll just come to you. Be there in no time.”
“Ok, just knock when you get here. See ya.” And with that Mark hangs up.
You take a deep breath and set your phone back on the desk.
It’s only when you catch sight of yourself in his full-length mirror that you remember you’re standing naked in the middle of Jaemins room. Your tits are completely out, and judging by the dark bruises painting your chest like some kind of twisted art piece, you were definitely put through it last night.
Jesus, was he trying to brand you? Like, yeah, you get it, he’s good—but was this necessary? Now you have to strategize every outfit for the next week so you don’t look like you got into a street fight with a vacuum cleaner.
The four orgasms were totally worth it though.
You sigh, understanding that this probably wasn’t the moment to bask in the after-non-sex glow, and that you really need to get dressed and get the fuck up out of Jaemins room before 1. Haechan decided to come snooping around or 2. Mark chose to cut you loose from the project and do it himself.
You reluctantly bend down and gather your clothes from the pile on the floor. Frowning, you hold up a crumpled shirt to your nose, wrinkling in distaste. It smelled like a week-old mini bar.
Of course, the one drink you had last night would make an impression on your clothes. It’s clear that decision have consequences, and now you have to deal with the aftermath, because there’s only one option.
Borrow something from Jaemins closet.
Shit.
The closet beckons from across the room. You approach it tentatively, knowing you're crossing into personal territory. Opening the door, you scan the hangers, searching for something that won't scream 'borrowed.' But there aren’t many options for that. You see, Jaemin had three options in his wardrobe: tank tops & gym shorts, oversized hoodies & sweats, and button ups & dress pants.
Sighing, you reach for the closest hoodie, and rifle through the bottom drawers for some sweats. After a moment, you find the ones that weren’t going to be too big on you – a simple grey hoodie that had the logo of NCTU plastered across the back, and the matching pants. At least this combination would give you the cute ‘wearing your boyfriends clothes around campus’ aesthetic. Except he wasn’t your boyfriend – just your best friend who ate pussy like a starved man.
You tug the hoodie over your head and try it make it fit as comfortably as possible. It’s a little too big, but beggars can’t be choosers. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you take in your disheveled appearance.
A part of you wants to nose around the bathroom to find a hairbrush, maybe a spare toothbrush, but that’d be too much of a risk. Haechan could not catch you in a position like this.
After taking a final look around the room, you gather your belongings and prepare to make a hasty exit. The door creaks open, and you freeze, half-expecting Haechan to walk out and catch you in the act.
With one peek around the hallway, you see his door swung wide open. Chancing it, you take a couple steps out and realize that his room is empty.
The universe keeps granting you pardon after pardon.
This string of luck continues as you fumble your way out of the dorm and bolt down the stairs – still no Haechan in sight. In fact, you don’t see a single soul until you find yourself outside of the freshman dormitory. Students lounge on the hammocks situated in front of the building and you walk by without a word.
You’d only been to Marks dorm one other time, and it takes a moment to recall his room number. Honestly, each door looked the same. By some miracle you find the right one – or what you hoped to be the right one.
Delivering a semi-confident knock, you sway awkwardly. You really hoped this was the right room.
From the other side, you hear shuffling and then the door is being swung wide open.
“Hello…” This is not mark. However, the only telltale sign that you were at the right place was this guy’s bright ass silver hair. Looks like someone had fallen victim to Marks hair dye tendencies. “Can I help you?”
He leans against the door frame and crosses his arms over his chest, giving you a once over.
“I’m here to see Mark.” You reply, hoping he’d just let you in.
Of course not.
“I’m Chenle.” He responds.
You don’t know what to say, “Okay, nice to meet you.” What was this kid going to do? Interview you? Interrogate you?
“Are you a freshman?” He asks.
After about three seconds of hesitation, you respond, “Can you let me in? I’m late to meet Mark for our project.” You didn’t want to be mean, but you were over guys flirting with you. There was some actual schoolwork that needed to get done. And this scrawny, silver haired kid was in the way.
“Mark’s not here, but you can come chill with me.” His smirk lights up his entire face, eyes crinkling in delight.
“Chenle, fucking move and let her in.”
Mark’s voice comes from behind Chenle and the boy in question moves backwards in a huff. “I was just getting to know her.” He pouts.
Mark gives you a half-hearted wave and a smile, beckoning you into the dorm. As you step inside, gently closing the door behind you, you realize at how cramped the freshman dorms really were. How could four men live in these conditions?
Barbaric, really.
“Sorry about Chenle. He likes to flirt with anything that walks.” Mark gives a pointed glare to the younger boy, and it makes you giggle.
"Looks like you got a mini Jaemin on your hands” you joke, looking around the room. The small space is cluttered with textbooks, clothes, and various other items – definitely a men’s dorm.
"I was just being friendly," Chenle protests, flashing a charming smile in your direction. "Unlike someone, I know how to make a girl feel welcome."
Mark scoffs, “Oh, please.” He grabs your wrist and starts to tug you to his room, “Come on Y/N, let’s go do this project.”
As Mark pulls you away, Chenle calls after you, "If you get bored, I’m out here.”
You think his determination is kinda cute. Apparently, this offends mark “She’s never gonna go for you dude! Give it up!”
And with that, Mark slams his door shut.
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See, it wasn’t that you were stupid, but composing, creating, and editing an entire song longer than a minute and a half wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do. Which, by the way, literally had nothing to do with theory.
Thankfully Mark knew guitar, could sing, and already had the song written. You decided to stick to the editing part.
Before long, the assignment was complete and turned in. And it only took half an hour – most of which consisted of trying to figure out the controls on the soundboard without deleting the recorded parts.
It took you a minute, but you finally got the hang of it.
After finishing up, Mark suggested grabbing lunch, and you agreed. The two of you headed to the campus cafe, chatting about everything from music to hockey (that conversation was fleeting), to the latest campus-wide trend of jumping into the fountains.
As you eagerly settled into your seat, ready to indulge in the heavenly experience that awaited you with the loaded tacos, a familiar voice pierced the air.
“Y/N!”
God-fucking-damn-it.
Two seconds later, a wind-blown Hyuck joins your table. His hair was in wild tangles at the top of his head, jacket precariously hanging off one shoulder, and his cheeks sported a subtle shade of tinged pink.
Mark, busy shoveling a forkful of green beans into his mouth, couldn't help but comment, "Why do you look like that?"
"Took the words right outta my mouth," you mumbled, side-eyeing Haechan.
Haechan scoffed, "Why do I look so beautiful, handsome, and sexy?"
"You wish.”
The new addition to your table shoots a glare at you. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
Mark chimed in, “You look like you got caught in a tornado.”
Haechan bangs a fist onto the tabletop, making your water ripple in your glass, “I had to run here.”
“To the café?” You question, taking a tentative bite of your taco.
Haechan rolls his eyes, “No, to the architecture building – yes, to the café.”
Mark, ever the voice of reason, took a drink of water before asking, “Why?”
Haechan gave a dead serious look, treating you and Mark like you were the dumbest people on Earth. "Because it’s taco day."
“So tacos equal running?” You giggle.
Haechan glares at you again, giving you a once over. His eyebrow pops up, “Why are you wearing Jaemins clothes?”
You choke on your taco.
Swallowing hard, you respond, "What? No, these are definitely mine."
Haechan narrows his eyes, clearly skeptical. "Come on, Y/N. I’ve literally scene him wear that exact outfit, like, last week."
Of course you had to pick the one outfit Jaemin wore recently. What were the odds? Actually, knowing your luck? One hundred percent. Should’ve grabbed something from the back of his closet. Maybe a damn tuxedo, just to throw Haechan off your scent.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, attempting to downplay the situation. "Well, maybe it's just a similar style. Lots of people wear sweat suits like this."
Mark, clueless as could be, chimes in through another mouthful of green beans, "Yeah, Haechan, don't jump to conclusions. It's just an outfit."
Haechan, however, wasn't convinced. He leaned in, scrutinizing the fabric. "I know Jaemin's style like the back of my hand. I’m literally his roommate."
Your heart raced as you desperately tried to deflect his suspicion. Perhaps the best thing to do in this situation was gaslight him. "You're imagining things. It's probably just a coincidence."
He narrowed his eyes, the gears in his mischievous mind audibly turning. "Maybe, but you can't deny it looks good on you. Fits better than it ever did on Jaemin."
That catches you off guard and you struggle to reply, stammering out, “Well, um, I guess people have different body types, right?"
It made no sense. This hoodie literally swallowed you whole.
Mark couldn't contain his laughter, and Haechan throws him an annoyed look. "Stop laughing, Mark. This is serious business."
“Yeah,” Mark wipes away the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, “If you count hitting on Y/N as serious business.”
As Haechan turns to defend himself against Marks allegations, your phone buzzed on the table. A sense of relief washes over you as you check the caller ID. It was Jennie. "Sorry, guys, gotta run. Duty calls," you announce, seizing the opportunity to escape this disappointing lunch date.
Haechan, still fixated on the fact that you were definitely wearing Jaemin’s clothes, smirked. "Sure, dodge the question. Perhaps I’ll go ask Jaem about it later."
Rolling your eyes, you shot back, "You're just mad I went with him last night instead of you."
It was his turn to stammer out a half-muttered response, the apples of his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. So, what if you’d chosen Jaemin over him? It’s not like he really cared. Okay maybe he did, but really that’s only because he didn’t trust Jaemin to take care of you like you should be taken care of.
Oh, the things he didn’t know.
“Whatever,” he brushes off casually, “I’m eating your tacos if you’re leaving.”
“Have at it.” You retort.
With a quick farewell, you stepped away from the table, answering Jennie’s call as you made your way through the bustling dining room. “Hey, what’s up.”
“Y/N, it’s an emergency! Literally capital E! Can you meet me at the quad foutain? I’m begging you; I desperately need your help! This event is spiraling into a complete disaster!”
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You almost get hit in the head with a flying football the moment you step out of the cafeteria doors.
Ducking just in time, you glance around and find the culprit – a shirtless boy in cargos and a beanie – weird combo.
“My bad.” He apologizes, jogging to where you were still reeling. He scoops up the ball and spares you a glance, “You okay?”
“’M fine.” You mumble, brushing off the close call.
He gives you a grin and jogs back to where his friends were waiting impatiently. You feel like you knew him from somewhere – Johnny, you think his name was. You shrug it off and continue walking.
Just another typical day at this stupid university.
With your backpack slung over one shoulder, you navigate through clusters of students, the chatter of voices filling the air. The sun beats down warmly, casting long shadows across the pathway as you make your way towards the heart of the campus—the quad.
The quad, with its lush greenery and towering trees, serves as the central gathering point for students. As you approach, you catch glimpses of the glistening fountain at its center, water dancing in the sunlight.
Students lounge on the grass, textbooks sprawled open, while others toss frisbees or kick soccer balls around. You make sure to keep an eye out for more flying objects.
Laughter mingles with the sound of music drifting from portable speakers as you draw closer to the fountain, searching for Jennie’s familiar figure among the crowd. Yet, as you reach the edge of the quad, your heart sinks a fraction. Jennie is nowhere to be seen.
Instead, standing by the fountain like some Greek god of fuckboy temptation, is Jaemin—crisp white t-shirt, grey sweats hanging just right, and that faded pink hair. You should turn around. You should pretend you never saw him. You should call Jennie and fake an emergency. But nope. Here you are, walking straight toward your doom.
If it weren't for the grin that lights up Jaemin's face as he spots you approaching, you would have probably just walked past him without a word. “Nice outfit.” Jaemin teases, carding a hand through his faded pink hair.
You glance down at yourself, remember you're clad in Jaemin's hoodie and sweatpants, and now you’re face to face with him. A faint blush creeps onto your cheeks. "Uh, thanks," you mumble, tugging at the hem of the oversized hoodie self-consciously. "My clothes smelled like alcohol…I’m sorry if–”
"Y/n, It’s not a big deal," he interrupts, his tone light as he gives you a playful wink.
You nod, grateful for his easy acceptance. "Okay good.”
As you're about to explain your presence, Jaemin beats you to the question. "So what’s up? Whaddya doing here?"
You hesitate, wondering how much to disclose before deciding to keep it simple. "Jennie called, said she needed help with something."
Jaemin's eyebrows raise in amusement. "What a coincidence, me too."
Before you can inquire further, a commotion at the edge of the quad catches your attention. Your eyes widen as you watch Jennie darting through the crowd, her figure unmistakable, clad only in a bright green bikini.
"Girl, what's up?" you exclaim, wondering why your roommate was running through campus barely dressed.
Jennie skids to a stop in front of you, panting slightly but grinning ear to ear. "Hey, sorry I'm late! I called you guys because I need both of you to help with our event.”
You raise an eyebrow, but before you can respond, a few obnoxious catcalls pierce the air, directed at Jennie. Your jaw clenches instinctively, ready to defend your friend, but before you can react, Jennie flips the offenders the most glorious middle finger you've ever seen.
“Perverts.” She grumbles, “Anyways, it’s simple. Walk and talk, okay?”
You and Jaemin nod, following behind her as she guides you through the crowd while explaining what the hell was going on.
"Okay, so," she begins, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation, "Delta Gamma and Pike are hosting a car wash event to raise money for one of the local hospitals. It's all part of our philosophy, you know, brother-sister Greek life thing, whatever." Jaemin shoots you a glance, and you just shrug. You didn’t know much about Greek life either.
"But literally only four sisters and six brothers showed up – which is another problem entirely because I swear half of those new recruits are gonna get dropped for putting me through this much stress." You roll your eyes, knowing she would never do that. "And with only ten people and…"
"Holy shit," you breathe out, stunned by the sheer number of cars lined up.
The three of you halt at the roundabout on the edge of campus, two lines of cars waiting to be washed. There had to be at least thirty, all gleaming in the sunlight, eagerly awaiting their turn for a scrub-down.
Shirtless frat boys were washing one line of cars – spraying the hose water all over their chests and hurling soap bombs at each other. Laughter echoes as soap bubbles fly through the air.
On the opposite side, sorority girls in matching bikinis handle the other line of cars with finesse and charm. Their smiles are as radiant as the sunlight, their laughter tinkling like wind chimes. Despite the heat, they maintain their composure, efficiently scrubbing away dirt and grime while maintaining their impeccable appearance. Boys hang out of their cars, hooting and hollering and cheering.
Jaemin whistles lowly, his eyes scanning the line of vehicles. "Looks like we're in for a busy day," he remarks, a hint of excitement in his voice.
For a split second, you wonder if he’s checking out the girls, but he turns to you and gives you a smile.
Jennie nods, her expression determined. "I know.” she declares, a spark of determination igniting in her eyes. "If you could help out, even for half an hour, I’d appreciate it."
"Of course," Jaemin replies with a grin, his enthusiasm contagious. "We're here to help however we can."
You nod in agreement, "Count us in," you say, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach. If Jaemin was staying, you sure as hell weren’t leaving—because what kind of idiot passes up the opportunity to watch six feet of pink-haired temptation scrub cars in slow motion?
“It’s not really about cleaning the cars. Just look sexy and pretend to scrub!” Jennie explains, setting her hands on her hip. She cocks her head to the side, practically begging.
Jaemin grins, “Well, if that’s the case, I can do sexy.”
You snort, “Okay. Fine. Let’s do this.”
Jaemin swiftly hoists his shirt over his head, casually discarding it on the ground. You can't help but notice how good he looks—toned chest, and a stone wall of abs. As he stretches, the muscles in his arms and torso flex and contract, and you watch in fascination.
He jogs over to the boys' side, greeting them with enthusiasm. Their ritualistic embraces appear almost painful to the untrained eye—open hands slapping backs and clasped fists.
However, for you, there was one problem: you didn’t have a bathing suit. So, you opt for the next best thing. With a hint of uncertainty, you peel off Jaemin's hoodie, standing there in your bra. Sure, it was a lacy delicate thing, but it covered up the areas that needed to be.
“Y/n!” Jennie nearly shrieks. You can sense a few other pairs of eyes turning your way, including Jaemin’s. His gaze darkens the second he sees you, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His fingers curl slightly—like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you. There’s something heavy in the way he looks at you, as if he’s fighting an internal battle between restraint and instinct.. “What are you wearing.”
“What?” You grumbled, hands peppering your chest. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that– or maybe Jaemin’s gaze made all this worth it. “I know it’s not a bathing suit, but what can you expect on such short notice? I’m gonna keep the sweats on anyway.”
She shakes her head, “I have a spare bathing suit in my car if you wanna go change into that.” It’s obvious she isn’t going to take no for an answer, so you oblige, snatching the keys out of her hand.
You jog over to Jennie’s car parked in the lot down the brick path. Unlocking the car, you climb inside, glancing around nervously to ensure no wandering students catch you in the midst of your impromptu wardrobe change. Thankfully, there’s parked cars on either side of you, blocking you in. You just hope their owners don’t come out wanting to take a midday drive.
The car’s interior is stifling, heat clinging to your skin like a second layer. The scent of worn leather and faint perfume from Jennie’s air freshener fills the small space as you hurriedly peel off your clothes, the fabric sticking slightly to your damp skin. You hope the tinted windows provide enough cover. The spare bathing suit is a tucked into the pocket on the back of the passenger side seat, and you struggle to get it on without elbowing the car door.
As you struggle with the straps, a pair of familiar eyes catches you off guard. Jaemin, passing by, raises an eyebrow in surprise. Panicking, you duck behind the backseat, using it as a makeshift shield.
Three seconds later there’s a sharp rap on the window.
When you look up, Jaemins face is peering in.
You grab the handle and push open the door – thankful that you at least managed to get on most of the bikini.
“Well look at you.” He grins, climbing into the backseat and closing the door behind himself.
“Jaem–”
You don’t get to finish your sentence because the boy in question grabs your jaw and pushes his lips against yours. It takes you by surprise, but you find his rhythm almost immediately. It’s sweltering in the car, but nothing compares to the heat radiating off his chest as he pushes his body into yours. His tongue drives shamelessly into your mouth, and you open wider, letting him taste you.
His hands slide under you, strong and unyielding, pressing you flush against him. The heat between your bodies is suffocating, but you don’t pull away. One of your legs instinctively wraps around his waist, the friction sending a sharp jolt through your core. He exhales sharply, his breath fanning against your lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly—like he’s holding himself back.
“You look good.” He mumbles against your lips, before pulling back and tugging on the bottom one with his teeth, “Can’t believe everyone else gets to see you like this.” You don’t even realize your eyes are shut before they’re fluttering open. He rests his forehead on your own, “Thought it was just for me?”
You laugh breathlessly, “What happened to it only being friends helping out friends.”
He shares the laugh, “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I kinda got a problem and could definitely use your help. It’s your fault after all.”
His confession makes pride bloom in your chest.
Reaching a hand down between what little space there was between you, you grab him through his shorts – a heavy hand palming his growing hard-on. “Oh, this problem?”
“Yeah.” He groans, hips bucking into your touch. “That one.”
You grin up at him, making sure to look deep into his eyes, “Well, I hate to disappoint…”
“No!” He groans, rutting against you to try and feel any dwindling friction, “Don’t say that!”
His response makes you giggle, “If we stay in here much longer, Jennie's bound to come looking.”
He pouts, bottom lip jutting out, eyes like a puppy dog. When he finally understands that he won’t – that he can’t get what he wants, he smiles and steal another kiss. This one is shorter but still makes you shiver.
“After?” You ask, the hope evident in your tone.
“You just can’t get enough of me.”
“Not true!” you swat his arm, “But seeing you out there all buff and shirtless, well, I’ll probably have a problem later too.”
His response is instantaneous, “And I’ll be more than happy to help you out with that…after.”
It was your turn to steal a kiss from him. Grabbing his broad shoulders, you halfway sit up and nip at his lips. He catches you and pulls you deeper – and he keeps going into your head grows thick, and you become dizzy.
“Okay, okay.” You assert, banging weak fist on his shoulder, “We got to go.”
“Want some help with the top? I saw you struggling with it. Let me tie it for you.”
You see, Jaemin was so damn sweet sometimes – especially when he was horny and wanted something – someone. And right now, all he wanted was you.
Twisting around in the cramped back seat was hard, but you manage, and Jaemin expertly ties the back of the bikini so that it wouldn’t fall off halfway through washing someone’s beat up Toyota.
“Thanks.”
"Don’t mention it.” He dismisses the gratitude with a wave, and you push open the door, stepping out. The heat that had built up in the car hits you, and as you emerge, you feel the immediate relief of being able to finally catch a breath.
When he doesn’t immediately follow, you bend down to peek back into the car, “Are you coming?”
“You’re gonna have to give me a minute to…cool down.” He grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and gesturing to his lap that sported a rather impressive tent.
“Okay.” You laugh, shutting the door and leaving Jaemin to ‘cool down’.
The smile on your face doesn’t dissipate at you walk back to the growing line of cars waiting to be washed by hot sorority sisters in skimpy bathing suits – and Jennie notices, but for the wrong reason.
“You like the bathing suit?” she chirps, “It’s kinda small on you but it looks good!!”
“I love it.” It made Jaemin climb into a hot car with you in the middle of campus, what was there to hate?
She beams, “I knew you would! Now, it’s really simple, just grab a bucket, a sponge, and claim a car that pulls up. The rest is up to you, but as we’ve learned so far, people tend to tip if you put on a little show.” She points to where one of her fellow sisters was leaning over the hood of a Jeep Wrangler and practically using her boobs to wipe around the soapy water. The frat guys leaning out of the windows hoot and holler and cheer for her.
The last thing you wanted to be doing today was putting on a show for sleazy frat boys, but you’d do anything for your roommate.
“I really appreciate this y/n.” she remarked, pulling you in for an embrace.
Like you said, you’d do anything for this pure soul.
“Don’t mention it girl.” You take a look around at the waiting line of cars. There had to be at least fifty. "‘Now, where’s my bucket? And preferably, someone rich enough to make this performance worth it."
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Washing cars isn’t so bad – you only get soap in your eye once.
The only reason you got soap in your eye?
Na Jaemin.
Because how were you supposed to focus when he looked like that?
Water sprayed against his chest, each droplet clinging to the ridges of his abs like it had nowhere better to be. His pink hair dripped, plastered to his forehead, and when he ran a hand through it—fuck—you forgot how to breathe for a second.
Was dragging him back to Jennie’s car a bad idea? Probably. Was it on your mind? Absolutely.
But before you could entertain the thought any longer, Jaemin caught your stare—and winked. And like a complete idiot, you freaked out so hard you ended up blinding yourself with soap.
His laugh carried across the row of cars, embarrassment climbing your spine.
But he was looking too. In fact, Jaemin was staring. No—Jaemin was mesmerized. He thought your tits were distracting—but this? This was something else entirely. Because when you turned, revealing bare skin and that goddamn thong bikini, Jaemin forgot how to function. His brain short-circuited, mouth going completely dry, and suddenly, he understood religion. Because this? This was divine intervention.
He must have been staring too long, because Yuta elbowed him—hard.
"That your girl?" Yuta grinned, knowing damn well Jaemin was acting like a man down bad.
Jaemin nearly choked on air. "N-no, she’s just a friend."
Yuta didn’t believe that for a damn second."*
Yuta looks back and forth between the two of you, catching the way you peek up through your lashes in search of Jaemin. When you catch Yuta looking, you duck your head.
“She’s pretty.” Yuta breathes, reaching for the bucket of soapy water he had put down five minutes before.
Jaemin nods his head absentmindedly, “Yeah she is.”
Yuta is no stranger to love. His girlfriend, Chloe, and him have been together for years – ever since they were inexperienced freshmen at NCTU. Chloe was the light of his life, his forever. And the way that Jaemin was eyeing you right now was exactly how Yuta had looked at his girl during orientation at NCTU. A gaze filled with adoration and longing. Yuta bet that if he took Jaemins pulse right now it would be elevated as fuck.
Just as Yuta is about to tell Jaemin to go over there and ask you out, a sleek BMW pulls up to the curb with a soft purr.
The owner parks the car and Jaehyun steps out.
Jaemin can't hear from where he's standing, but he watches as Jaehyun strolls up to you and Jennie with a shit-eating grin.
“Excuse me one second.” Jaemin voices, dropping the sponge in his hand on the sidewalk.
If they weren’t dating yet, it wouldn’t be long, Yuta thinks.
Jaemin reaches you just in time to catch the tail end of Jaehyun’s sentence—and honestly, it takes every ounce of self-control not to swing on him right then and there.. His fists clenching at his sides, Jaemin forces a tight-lipped smile. The sight of you, standing there with a hint of uncertainty in your eyes, serves as a reminder to keep his composure.
"Hey, Jaehyun," Jaemin interjects, his voice steady despite the itch of anger climbing in his throat. "Glad you could make it. We've got plenty of cars to wash."
He doesn’t understand the source of his anger. There's no logical explanation for it. Jaehyun hasn't done anything wrong to you. Perhaps it's because Jaemin has unofficially claimed you as his own, even if only temporarily.
Jaehyun chuckles, “I’m not here to wash cars, this isn’t NEO’s philosophy.  Our philosophy is military related. But we’re having a volleyball tournament next week where people can bet, and the money will go to families of fallen soldiers. You can swing by if you’d like.”
"I'll keep that in mind, Jaehyun," Jaemin replies, his voice softer now, the edges of his frustration smoothing out.
Jennie speaks up, “I’ll definitely be there.”
Jaemin’s anger slowly dissipates. He can’t really be mad at a dude that did charity.
“I am here to get my car washed though.” Jaehyun continues, and he turns to look at you.
You don’t say a word, instead, Jennie takes charge, “Well lucky for you, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Don’t worry about payment.” She gives him a smile and Jaehyun doesn’t even bother looking in her direction.
“I was really hoping y/n here could do it?” You didn’t really know what to say. Why Jaehyun was specifically requesting you was odd. If he thought there was something between the two of you last night, he was sadly mistaken. The last thing you wanted was to be subjected to his banter.
And Jaemin wouldn’t let that happen anyways.
You exchange a hesitant glance with Jaemin, who stands beside you, his jaw set. When you look at Jennie, you can tell her heart deflates a little.
Jaehyun's request hangs in the air, and you feel a knot of unease tighten in your stomach.
"How about we all help?" Jaemin's voice cuts through the tension, his words a veiled warning to Jaehyun.
With a forced smile, you nod in agreement, grateful for Jaemin.
All four of you walk over to where Jaehyun’s car is parked, buckets and sponges in hand. Jaehyun persistent gaze lingers on you, and when Jaemin catches him staring at your ass, his anger flares up again.
When you bend down to place your bucket by your feet, Jaehyun leans in a little too close, his voice dripping with perversion as he addresses you directly. "I must say, y/n, I've been looking forward to spending some time with you again."
Your stomach churns at his words—the implication is clear, no matter how polite he tries to sound. This isn’t what you signed up for
With a subtle shift, Jaemin steps forward, effectively intercepting Jaehyun's advances. "Let's get started," he declares, his tone authoritative.
The task at hand becomes a welcome distraction, the rhythmic swish of water against the car offering a momentary reprieve from Jaehyun’s flirtation.
Well, until he opened his mouth again.
"So, have you always been this skilled with your hands?" Jaehyun's voice comes from behind you and when you look at him, you catch him smirking. "Or is it just with cars?"
Jaemin snaps.
"Okay, you know what?" he lets out a sharp, humorless laugh, hurling his bucket onto the ground with a loud slap. "I think we’re done here."
Jaehyun smirks. "What, can’t take a joke?"
Jaemin takes a step forward. "Oh, I can take a joke just fine. But here’s the thing—I don’t think Y/N finds you very funny."
You blink, caught off guard, and Jaemin doesn’t miss it.
Your heart breaks a little for your roommate. It was apparent that Jaehyuns move on you hurt her even more. And there was nothing you could do about it because you made this happen. It was your fault.
Jaemin doesn’t care to listen to Jaehyuns stammered out apology. You don’t either. You just let Jaemin grab your hand and tug you down the path. The pile of his clothes from earlier lies forgotten on the ground, completely abandoned.
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Like last time, Haechans shoes sit tauntingly at the front door.
Unlike last time, Jaemin wastes no time in dragging you to his room, closing the door, and locking it.
His words come out in a low growl while he paces the room, “Don’t know why that guy thinks he can flirt with you like that. It’s so fucking weird. I mean, I know you look good,” he stops mid rant to look at you, eyes widening at the small bikini barely covering your exposed body, “So fucking good…but that doesn’t mean he can be a perv.”
Yeah, okay, hypocrite.
“Jaemin.” You whisper.
He throws a hand out, back to pacing. You watch his muscles contract and ripple with the force of his breathing. It didn’t make sense why he was getting so worked up.
“No, I get it. He’s a good-looking guy. But you…He shouldn’t even think about you. It’s like you’re here.” Jaemin puts a hand up over his head, and one far below his waist, “And he’s down here. You’re way too good for him.” Jaemin lets out a breathless chuckle, “And to do it in front of me, no less. Bastards got some really big balls.”
You barely stop yourself from rolling your eyes. The way he’s talking, you’d think Jaehyun was a bridge troll. Sighing, you sit back on the bed, not caring if you get it wet. “Not that big.” You mutter to yourself.
He ignores you again.
And you’re about sick of it.
“I mean, could he have been any more fucking pathetic? ‘Have you always been skilled with your hands? Or is it just with cars?’ Like what kind of shit is that. Any pickup line he could’ve chosen and he went with that?”
Jaemin's words echoed off the walls, his frustration palpable in the air, while you come to the realization that your slightly damp bathing suit was rather uncomfortable to be lounging around in.
And perhaps if he saw you without the bikini top, he’d finally stop his ranting and do something useful.
Like, say, fuck you into next week.
Because watching Jaemin pace shirtless, ranting about how other men didn’t deserve you, looking like he was one sentence away from going full caveman and staking a claim— well, it made you all hot and bothered.
You hated to use that phrase, but it was true.
With deft fingers, you unfastened the ties of your bikini top, the fabric slipping from your shoulders as you held it aloft in your hand. With a swift and calculated motion, you tossed it gently in Jaemin's direction, the fabric fluttering through the air before landing squarely on his path.
"Hey, what the—?" Jaemin's voice trailed off as he stooped to pick up the discarded bikini top, his confusion giving way to amusement as he held it up before him. "Well, well, well..." Jaemin turned towards you, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Looks like you're missing something there, sweetheart."
You meet his gaze, feeling light and playful, warmth bubbling in your chest at the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s finally snapped out of his irritation and sees you for what you are: his.
“Oops! Must’ve slipped off,” you quip, stretching out lazily on the bed like you’ve got all the time in the world. “Thanks for catching that for me.”
Jaemin’s laughter fills the room, shaking his head as he steps closer, tossing the bikini top back in your direction, the fabric landing softly at your feet.
"Anytime," Jaemin replied, his tone biting.
His gaze drags down your body, taking his time, drinking you in like he doesn’t know where he wants to touch first. His jaw tenses as his fingers twitch at his sides.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” He tilts his head, voice dipping lower, more serious now.
You smirk, confidence flooding through you at the way he’s looking at you—hungry, wanting, aching. “I think you’re talking too much.”
Jaemin exhales a sharp breath through his nose, like he’s trying to hold onto the last bit of restraint he has left. Then, in a blur of movement, he’s on you—one knee pressing into the mattress, hands grabbing your hips, dragging you toward him like he owns you.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart,” he mutters, voice laced with something dark and promising.
And you can’t fucking wait.
His mouth is on you before you can even breathe, kissing you with enough force to knock every last coherent thought from your mind. His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin as he presses you down beneath him.
“You wanna tease me, baby?” he murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one. “You wanna throw your little bikini at me like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”
You hum against his mouth, hands slipping up his bare chest, nails raking lightly over his toned muscles. “What if I did?”
Jaemin groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “Then I’m gonna have to remind you who you belong to.”
His hands move fast, slipping beneath your body to grip your ass, lifting you against him. You can feel the heat of him through his swim trunks, his hardness pressing right where you need him most. The sensation makes you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair.
Jaemin takes the sound as an invitation, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, pausing only to suck a mark into your collarbone before moving lower. His lips trace over the tops of your breasts, teasing, never quite where you want him, and it makes you squirm beneath him.
“Jaem—”
He tuts, dragging his teeth over your sensitive skin. “Patience, pretty girl.”
His tongue flicks against your nipple, a slow, agonizing tease before he finally closes his lips around it, sucking just enough to send a sharp wave of pleasure through you.
Your back arches instinctively, a soft moan slipping past your lips, and Jaemin groans at the sound, switching to the other breast, lavishing the same attention before continuing his descent down your body.
He pauses just above the waistband of your bikini bottoms, glancing up at you with hooded eyes. “You gonna stop me?”
You shake your head quickly, breathless. “Not a chance.”
Jaemin smirks, fingers hooking into the damp fabric, slowly peeling them down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time.”
Jaemin doesn’t waste time.
One second, you’re sprawled beneath him, breathless and burning from the way his lips and hands explore your skin, and the next, you’re being lifted. A startled gasp leaves you as Jaemin hauls you up effortlessly, arms securing you against his chest like you weigh nothing.
“Jaemin—”
You barely get his name out before your back meets the wall, his body pressing flush against yours, caging you in. The cool surface is a stark contrast to the heat radiating off him, sending a shiver down your spine. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hands clutching at his shoulders.
Then you realize which wall he’s pinned you against.
The one that separates his room from Haechan’s.
“Haechan.” You murmur.
Jaemin freezes for half a second before his grip on you tightens, fingers pressing deeper into your thighs where he holds you against the wall. His eyes flick to yours, dark, curious.
"God, why are you so fucking worried about him?" His voice is rough, teasing, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s daring you to say more.
"I-I just don’t want him to hear us," you whisper, even though your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.
Jaemin’s lips curl into a slow smirk, his hips rolling just enough to remind you of the position you’re in. "You know what?"
"What?" Your breath hitches when his hands shift, pressing you harder against the wall.
"Let’s play a game." His voice is low, dripping with amusement. "It’s called ‘don’t get caught.’"
Your stomach flips, heat rushing through you. "How do you p-play?"
Jaemin leans in, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear, voice nothing but a sinful whisper. "Well, I get to fuck you against this wall, and you have to try and keep your pretty little mouth shut."
Oh.
Oh, no.
Your pulse spikes—not just at his words, but at the absolute confidence in his tone. The way he’s so sure he’s about to ruin you.
Which, okay—fair assumption.
But keeping quiet?
With Jaemin?
You were already losing.
Your head falls back against the wall with a quiet thud, a shaky breath leaving you as his words sink in. You shouldn’t be this turned on. Not by the risk, not by the idea of Haechan being just feet away, completely unaware of what’s about to happen.
But you are.
And Jaemin knows it.
"You like that idea, don’t you?" He tilts his head, pressing a soft, taunting kiss to your jawline before dragging his lips down the side of your throat. "Bet it makes you even wetter."
You let out a shaky exhale, fingers curling into his shoulders. "Jaemin—"
He cuts you off by rolling his hips again, pressing the hard length of him right against your core. A strangled sound catches in your throat, and his smirk only grows.
"Shhh, baby," he coos, mockingly sweet. "You wouldn’t want him to hear, right?"
Your face burns, but you still can’t find it in yourself to stop him. You don’t want to. The thrill, the way Jaemin looks at you like he wants to devour you—it’s all too much.
His lips ghost over your collarbone, hands gripping tighter. "You trust me?"
You swallow, nodding without hesitation. "Yeah."
Jaemin hums in satisfaction, his tongue flicking over the sensitive spot beneath your ear. "Then be a good girl and take everything I give you."
His hands grip your thighs tighter, pressing you further into the wall, the cool surface grounding you for all of two seconds before he shifts his hips and drags the thick length of him against your soaked core. The friction alone sends a shudder through you, and Jaemin chuckles lowly, completely aware of how wrecked you already are.
“You really don’t want him to hear, huh?” His voice is dripping with amusement, teasing, as he rolls his hips again, letting the head of his cock nudge against your entrance but not pushing in. “Then you better keep those pretty little noises to yourself.”
You swallow down a whimper, biting your lip as your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Jaemin, please.”
He hums, pretending to think about it before shaking his head. “Nah. I like hearing you beg.”
Without warning, he pushes in, stretching you open in one slow, torturous thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, body tensing at the sheer pressure of him inside you. Jaemin groans at the feeling, forehead pressing against yours as his fingers dig into your skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice rough. “So tight for me.”
Your nails scrape down his back, mouth parting as you struggle to keep yourself from moaning out loud. The stretch is too much, too good, and Jaemin knows it. He gives you a second to adjust before rolling his hips again, thrusting deep, setting a pace that has your head spinning.
The sound of skin against skin fills the room, each movement pressing you harder into the wall, the force of his thrusts making the drywall creak. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as Jaemin buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.
“Jaemin—” You choke on your own voice, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.
“Shhh,” he warns, nipping at your jaw. “Don’t want our best friend knowing you’re getting dicked down by your other best friend, right?”A deep thrust punctuates his words, knocking the breath from your lungs. Jaemin pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with something possessive. “But, since you can’t keep quiet, how about you open that pretty mouth and moan a little louder, yeah?” His smirk is wicked, taunting. “Give him a taste of what he can’t have.”
Your whole body tenses, shame and arousal intertwining into something dangerously intoxicating. “Jaemin, you’re such an ass—”
“But you love it,” he interrupts, grinning. “You love knowing he’s right there. That he could hear if you get too loud.” Your walls clench around him involuntarily, and Jaemin groans, his grip tightening on your hips. “Yeah, just like that. Let him know exactly how good I make you feel.”
You try to fight it, try to keep yourself quiet, but Jaemin’s pace is merciless, dragging pleasure out of you with every snap of his hips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, nails leaving half-moon marks on his skin as the tension inside you coils tighter and tighter.
“Go on, baby,” he coaxes, voice pure sin. “Let him hear you.”
Jaemin can feel you unraveling, your legs tightening around him, body trembling with every deep thrust he drives into you against the wall. But he’s not done.
Not even close.
With one last punishing snap of his hips, he pulls back, arms still secure beneath your thighs as he carries you away from the wall. You barely have time to whimper a protest before your back hits the mattress, the shift so sudden that it knocks the air from your lungs.
Jaemin hovers over you, eyes glazed, lips slick and parted as he drinks in the sight of you spread out beneath him. “Thought I was gonna let you off easy?” he taunts, gripping your chin between his fingers. “You should know me better than that.”
You barely have a second to respond before he flips you over, forcing you flat on your stomach, his body pressing over yours. A warm, heavy weight settles at the nape of your neck as he leans in, voice rough in your ear. “You feel that, baby?” He drags his cock through your slick folds, teasing, making you squirm. “Still so fucking wet for me.”
A strangled whine leaves you, and Jaemin chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “That’s my girl.”
Then, with no warning, he thrusts back inside you, punching a moan from your lips as your fingers fist into the sheets. The angle is brutal—deeper, sharper, every inch of him dragging against your walls in a way that has your mind short-circuiting.
Jaemin doesn’t ease into it. He’s lost now, completely caught in the way you take him, how your body sucks him in like you were made for him. His bicep curls around your throat, locking you in place, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you senseless.
“Look at you,” he groans, his jaw slack, eyes fixed on the mirror in front of you both. The reflection is obscene—your body rocking against his, his arm flexing where it holds you still, veins peeking from beneath his flushed skin.
His grin spreads, animalistic, as you let out a choked sound, your face growing hotter the longer he keeps you in that hold, pressed against hard muscle, body burning from the sheer intensity of it all.
“You can take it, baby,” he murmurs, his free hand dragging down your spine, pressing into the small of your back. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
His pace falters for half a second—just a fraction—before he lets out a shuddered breath, head dropping against your shoulder. He’s losing his grip, caught in the way you clench around him, how perfect you feel.
“She’s so pretty,” he thinks to himself, mind spinning, thoughts slurring as he fucks you through his own haze. “Need to—fuck—need to breed her.”
His teeth sink into your shoulder, a possessive growl ripping through him as he drives into you harder, deeper, lost in the only thought circling in his head:
Jaemin is gone.
There’s nothing left in his head but you—the way your body squeezes him so perfectly, the way your voice breaks every time he thrusts deeper, the way you’re letting him ruin you.
His grip around your throat tightens just a little, keeping you pressed against him, keeping you where he wants you. His breath is ragged, uneven groans slipping past his lips as he watches the way your mouth parts, the dazed look in your eyes reflecting in the mirror.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you down as he pounds into you. “You feel so fucking good. Can’t—shit—can’t hold out much longer.”
You don’t think you can either.
Your entire body is trembling, pleasure pooling low in your stomach, so tight it’s unbearable. You can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel the way Jaemin is slamming into you, his muscles flexing beneath you as his control slips entirely.
“J-Jaemin—”
“Yeah, baby,” he pants, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “I know. Just—fuck, just let go for me.”
And then—
A loud bang shakes the wall.
Your eyes snap open in horror, and Jaemin stills for half a second before a voice—Haechan’s voice—cuts through the air.
“Can you two shut the fuck up?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
A sharp, startled gasp rips from your throat, but Jaemin—Jaemin just laughs.
The sound is low, deep, cocky, vibrating against your back as he picks up his pace again, rolling his hips into you with new determination. “Oh, baby,” he taunts, voice dripping with amusement, “you hear that?”
You can’t respond—you’re too busy trying to not completely fall apart, but Jaemin doesn’t care. His hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, desperate circles that make you arch into him, keening.
“Guess he heard after all.” His voice is rough, laced with a breathless chuckle. “Pretty girl getting fucked so good she’s keeping Haechan awake? And she likes it?”
You shake your head wildly, but your body betrays you, walls clenching around him so tight he nearly chokes on his own moan.
“Oh, you do,” Jaemin groans, thrusts turning punishing. “God, you fucking do.”
You can’t take it. The pressure, the tension, the way everything is building so fast—
“Jaem—”
“I got you, baby,” he grits out, fingers moving faster, hips snapping against yours. “Come for me. Come with me.”
One last thrust—deep, perfect, devastating—and you fall.
A choked cry slips past your lips as your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot pleasure consuming you whole. Your entire body convulses, squeezing Jaemin so tight he snaps, burying himself to the hilt as he follows you over the edge.
A guttural moan rips from his throat as he spills inside you, hips jerking in short, stuttering thrusts, riding out both of your highs. His arms tighten around you, holding you through every pulse, every tremor, every aftershock that leaves you utterly spent beneath him.
The room is thick with heat, with the sounds of heavy breathing, with the weight of what just happened.
Jaemin should stop.
He should be too spent. But he’s not. He can’t be.
Even as he shudders against you, panting against your shoulder. Even as his arms tremble from holding you so tight. He’s still moving. Still rolling his hips into you. Slower now but deeper, grinding himself into your swollen, overstimulated walls like he never wants to leave.
“J-Jaemin,” you whimper, voice wrecked. Your body still twitching from your orgasm.
He groans; mouth hot against your neck. His breath is ragged. “Just a little more,” he murmurs. Desperation thick in his voice. “Just—fuck—just let me give you all of it.”
His pace picks up again. Sharp. Desperate thrusts drag overstimulation through you. Making you gasp. Making you cling to him. He’s whining now. His breath hitching as he forces himself through his own sensitivity. Chasing something only he understands.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes. His forehead presses into the crook of your neck. “So fucking perfect—fuck—”
His body is shaking. His fingers bruising where they grip your hips. His thrusts erratic. Mindless. Every muscle in his body working toward one thing—
Filling you up. Making sure you get all of him.
His jaw slackens. Eyes flutter shut. His head drops back. His mouth parts around a helpless moan. “God, baby—taking me so well—taking all of it—”
And then he’s coming again.
His whole body seizes. A wrecked cry breaks from his lips as he spills into you. Warmth floods deep inside you. Making your head spin. His hips jerk. Pushing himself as deep as he can go. His cock twitches with every last pulse. Every last drop he forces into you.
He’s whimpering. Gripping you tight. Hips stuttering through the aftershocks. Milking himself dry.
It’s too much. Too good. You don’t even realize you’re moaning his name again until Jaemin shudders and collapses on top of you.
The weight of him. The heat of him. The feeling of him still buried inside you. It’s all too much.
But you don’t want him to move.
Neither does he.
The warmth of Jaemin’s body lingers against yours, the weight of him heavy, grounding. His breath is still uneven, ghosting over your shoulder as his chest rises and falls in ragged intervals.
For a moment, neither of you move. The room is thick with heat, with the scent of sweat and sex, with the quiet hum of something that feels good. Right.
But then, Jaemin shifts.
His muscles tense beneath your touch. His hands, once gripping you like he never wanted to let go, loosen and slide away. Before you can register what’s happening, he’s pulling out, the loss of him sudden, leaving you sensitive and dazed.
You recline comfortably on the bed, the softness of the sheets embracing you like a warm hug. Jaemin stands by the door, his bare torso glistening in the soft light filtering through the window. With a mischievous grin, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone.
As the front door creaks open, confusion flits across your mind. Where could he be going, and why now? Your thoughts race with possibilities, each more curious than the last. You strain your ears, trying to catch any sound that might offer a clue. Did he really just leave the fucking dorm?
Minutes stretch into eternity until, finally, the door swings open once more, and Jaemin steps back into the room, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. In his hands, he carries two plastic take out bags, their savory aroma filling the air.
“I ordered us food when we were on the way back,” Jaemin announces with a grin as he approaches the bed, setting the tray down before you. “I got you chicken nuggets!”
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It’s two am when you’re jolted awake by nothing in particular.
You suspect it has something to do with Jaemins low snoring – just softly into the shell of your ear. His arms are slung around you, one curled over your hip, the other underneath your neck acting like a makeshift pillow. Despite his hard lined muscles, he was surprisingly soft.
And it all felt a little too domestic.
Not that that’s bad – but it’s Jaemin you’re talking about here, and when did he ever do domestic.
As you lay there, a subtle panic begins to creep in. You couldn’t stay the night. Not when you were wide awake and freaking out over him cuddling you. But the sheets were so warm – he was warm – and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes and just sleep.
No. You couldn’t. No matter if you wanted to or not.
Carefully disentangling yourself from Jaemin's embrace, you glance at the clock, anxiety settling in as you calculate the time it would take to slip out unnoticed.
The room is dimly lit – just enough for you to fumble through the pile of clothes on the floor and find his clothes you were wearing earlier. It’s kinda shitty that you’re stealing his clothes and dipping at the same time, but you don’t think he’ll mind.
You grab your phone off the desk and stuff it in your back pocket. Now was the tricky part – opening the door without it creaking and waking up the entire dorm floor. But just as you reached for the doorknob, Jaemin's voice broke the silence. "Leaving so soon?" he asked, his eyes barely visible in the dim light.
Startled, you turned to face him. Of course, he’d wake up and ruin your attempted escape plan that you spent five minutes freaking out over.
Jaemin sat up, his expression unreadable.
"I didn't want to be here when Haechan woke up." you explained in a hushed tone.
Jaemin nodded, understanding evident in his gaze. "You don't have to sneak out, you know. It's not like you're one of my hoes. You're a friend, and you can stay as long as you need. You can crash on the couch if you want?"
Surprised by his nonchalant response, you stammered out a thanks. "I really should just get back. Haechan asks too many questions. Plus, he already thinks something up because of the outfit thing.” You sway awkwardly in front of the door, “By the way, with the clothes and everything, I’ll wash them and bring them back when I can…"
Jaemin interrupted with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. Friends help each other out. It's not a big deal."
Relieved, you thanked him again. When you’re about to turn around and book it, Jaemin's speaks up, catching you off guard.
"Are you going to Jeno's hockey game tomorrow?" he asked, a casual note in his voice.
You nodded, "Yeah, I was planning to."
"Great," Jaemin replied. "Get home safe, Y/N. See you tomorrow."
With that, he rolled over, settling back into bed. His fluffy pink hair being the only thing you could see.
Well, that was a lot easier than you thought.
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When you get home, the first thing you do is sit on your bed and stare at the wall.
Because what the fuck just happened?
You fucked Jaemin.
Like—actual, real-life, no-going-back, holy-shit-it-finally-happened fucked Jaemin.
It still doesn’t feel real.
Like, there should have been a warning, some kind of celestial sign that this was the day you’d cross that line. Maybe an earthquake. A shooting star. Haechan suddenly becoming abstinent from redbull.
Something.
But instead? You’re here, legs still wobbly, brain still fried, and the most whorish man you’ve ever met is currently leading the leaderboard of the best dick you’ve had in your entire life.
So, naturally, there’s only one thing left to do.
You grab your journal.
Like Haechan’s rating, there isn’t really a system—just gut feelings, raw statistics, and some level of pettiness. But that doesn’t matter.
Pen scratches against the paper as you start taking notes.
Points for multiple orgasms. (Your soul left your body at least twice.)
Points for teasing. (Menace. Absolute menace.)
Points for reassuring you. (Somehow both the softest and filthiest man alive.)
Points for talking you through your orgasm. (What the fuck was that? Like, actually?)
Major points for acting like everything was normal after. (Like he didn’t just ruin you against a wall.)
And finally, points for ordering takeout after. (Chicken nuggets? Unreal.)
After much deliberation, it’s decided. Jaemin receives a 9.3/10.
You pause.
Then suddenly scribble in an extra half point for Haechan and his voyeuristic ass at the library, bumping him up to a 7.9/10.
For a moment, you debate adding Jaehyun. He wasn’t part of the challenge, but keeping a record of all your endeavors might be beneficial.
Beneficial for what, you don’t know.
Still, after a minute of deliberation, you write his name down. And next to it?
1/10. So sad. Too bad.
With a satisfied sigh, you lean back and admire your work.
Congratulations, Jaemin.
You are currently ranked as the number one best fuck in the friend group.
For now.
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Everything’s fine.
Everything is jussssst fine.
Except the two boys – your best friends to be precise – are sitting on either side of your body in a densely packed stadium, and perhaps your adrenaline is at an all-time high.
Like, who even cares that you took Haechans virginity. And honestly, fucking Jaemin was going to happen sooner or later…he was running out of fresh bodies on campus.
Right?
Right??
“You want a hotdog?”
Jaemin, clad in an NCTU hockey jersey, turns his attention to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. His pink hair falls into his eyes and you resist the urge to brush it away.
“Thanks, but I’m good.” You mumble. It felt like he’d caught you in something. For a moment, you wonder if he could tell you were slightly panicking.
But if he did, he doesn’t show it. He just gets out of his seat and starts heading up the concrete stairs towards the concession stand.
Haechan watches him leave, voice whiny, “Why didn’t he offer to get me one.”
Alone now, the crowd's buzz envelops you, the distant echo of cheers mingling with the hushed anticipation of halftime. Haechan's disappointment hangs in the air like a lingering question mark, drawing your attention to the empty seat beside you.
“Want to grab one yourself?” you snark, gesturing towards the concession stand where Jaemin disappeared into the crowd.
Haechan huffs, crossing his hands over his chest, “No need to be mean.”
Jaemin returns ten minutes later, clutching a steaming hotdog wrapped in foil. The aroma wafts through the air, triggering a wave of nausea that swirls in your stomach like a tempest. He settles back into his seat beside you, a grin lighting up his face as he unwraps the hotdog with eager anticipation. “Missed out, huh?” he teases, gesturing towards the now-opened concession.
You manage a weak smile, trying to ignore the churning in your stomach. “Yeah, looks like it,” you murmur, your voice strained against the rising discomfort.
As Jaemin takes a bite, relishing the taste of the hotdog, you fight the urge to turn away, the scent overpowering your senses. Each breath feels heavier, laden with the aroma that now threatens to engulf you.
Desperate to escape the suffocating smell, you rise from your seat, a wave of dizziness washing over you. “I think I need some fresh air,” you mutter, your words barely audible over the crowd’s clamor.
Jaemin’s expression shifts, concern flickering across his features as he watches you retreat. “You, okay?” he calls after you, the worry evident in his voice.
You offer a weak nod, a feeble attempt to reassure him as you navigate through the throng of spectators. You don’t notice Haechan following behind until you pass security and step out of the arena doors.
“Hey,” his voice cuts through the cool night air, “You sure you’re okay?”
Your steps falter for a moment, “Yeah,” you manage, your voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of cheering within the arena. “Just needed a breather.”
Haechan nods, his gaze unwavering as he studies you. In the quiet stillness of the night, the distant echoes of the game fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of your shared breaths.
“Thanks for checking on me,” you offer, gratitude genuine in your voice.
A soft smile graces Haechan’s lips, “Just because you’re mean to me doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
His words hang heavy in the air, and once again, you’re reminded of what Mark said, ‘It meant so much more to him’.
You want to believe that he’s saying this as your friend. That it’s just a friendly gesture and nothing more. But one look at his face tells you it’s not. This is something he’s been wanting to say for a while – and your stomach coils at the thought.
“Haechan.” How were you supposed to navigate this…this rejection. “We can’t do this.”
He doesn’t bother teasing you. Doesn’t bother pretending like he doesn’t know what you mean.
"I know," he murmurs, "I just had to say it." There's a palpable ache in his words, as if they’re restrained. Oh, there’s so much more he wants to say.
"I appreciate you, Haechan," you offer, your voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze meets yours, and you fight the urge to back track on everything you just said. The look is broken beyond repair – his water line already filled with tears that threatened to spill on his honey gold cheeks.
“Y/n.” he starts, taking a step towards you. When he reaches his hand out, aiming to land on the side of your cheek, a touch that was surely to end in a kiss, you take a hesitant step backwards.
“Haechan, don’t,” you murmur, the words catching in your throat like a plea for understanding.
His hand hesitates mid-air, fingers curling back as if recoiling from the sting of rejection. The anguish in his eyes mirrors your own turmoil.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice a fragile thread, "I didn't mean to push you."
You swallow thickly, “We can’t.”
“But we can.” He counters, taking another step towards you. His eyes search yours for any ounce of longing. It couldn’t be one sided. It couldn’t. “Just give me a chance, please.” His voice breaks on the last words and so does your heart.
This was so out of the blue. You came to watch Jeno’s hockey game, and instead you’re breaking your best friend’s heart. Why did you have to be the bad guy all the time.
Haechan reaches for you again and this time you have to brush his hand away. “We can’t.” You affirm. You hated this. “I’m sorry if you’ve gotten the wrong idea­–”
“So, it meant nothing?” His voice is rising, eyes swimming with anger, with hurt, “Everything that happened, everything we did…it meant nothing?”
“It didn’t mean nothing, but we already discussed–”
“Yeah.” He spits angrily. “I remember. Trust me I do. I lay awake at night going over that fucking conversation like clockwork. Over and over and over again. I’ve been getting drunk just to stop thinking about it.” His hands tear at the roots of his hair in frustration, “Fuck, y/n, I can’t get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Haechan…” You want to reach out, give him a hug, get your friend back. Something. Anything.
He takes another step forward, grabbing your shoulders, grip tight with desperation. “Please. I need you. I want you. Fuck, I want you so bad. It’s killing me.” You think he’s about to lean in for a kiss, but he just cocks his head to the side, “Please.”
Your heart clenches as his words hang heavy in the air, the weight of his emotions pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You're thankful that this side of the stadium laid empty, because onlookers would have made this so much worse.
“It was a one-time thing.” you mumble, voice firm despite the tremble in your words.
“But it wasn’t.” he whispers, “The library, remember? That’s how I know this can’t just be a me thing. You have to feel something too. I know you do.”
 "I..." Your voice falters, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a heavy burden. "Haechan, I care about you, but..." The words catch in your throat.
Tears glisten in his eyes as he takes a step back, the anguish written across his face. “Y/n…”
“Don’t say it, please, don’t say it.”
But the words tumble from his lips, a final plea, “Y/n, I love you.”
Everything comes to a crescendo, sounds and thoughts clashing together. The choked sob rips from your throat, and you let it. You let him see the pain you were feeling too. But you couldn’t return his testament. You couldn’t.
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.” His voice is strong, even if the tears were streaming down his face and his throat felt thick, “I do.”
What the hell were you supposed to do. He wasn’t listening to you.
“Haechan, go home.” You plead. He couldn’t keep this up. Not here, not now. But he stands there, rooted in place, his gaze fixed on yours with a fierce determination that sends shivers down your spine.
“You have to feel the same.” He murmurs, more to himself than you.
He wasn’t going to stop this until you broke his heart completely. You might be the villain, but he wasn’t giving you any opportunities to be the hero here.
“I don’t.” You declare, not bothering to look him in the eyes. You couldn’t. “I don’t love you, Haechan. I never did, and I never will. I’m sorry.”
Avoiding his gaze, you hear him laugh bitterly. He spits on the sidewalk and shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “Wow.” He breathes, “Jennie was right. You really are a cold, stone-hearted bitch.”
What? Jennie?
You don’t have the opportunity to ask him what he means, because when you look back up, he’s already walking away, his figure fading into the night like a ghost.
He should have never followed you. Should have kept his mouth fucking shut. How could he be so stupid? To think you’d want him the same. What did he expect? That you’d throw yourself at him? That you’d accept him as yours. He should have known girls like you didn’t want to be tied down. Especially not to guys like Haechan.
Tears blur your vision as you watch him go, the weight of his words cutting deeper than you care to admit. You take a shaky breath, willing yourself to hold it together, but the floodgates open, and you're left gasping for air amidst a torrent of emotions.
Haechan's accusation echoes in your mind, a painful reminder of the fractures in your facade, the cracks in your carefully constructed armor. You overthink every word, every action, wondering if you truly deserve the label he's bestowed upon you.
You told him on night one that this wasn’t going to be anything. That it couldn’t. Yet, he was still hopeful. You ruined him.
Amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a flicker of defiance ignites within you—a reminder that you are more than the sum of his accusations, more than the pain etched into his departing figure.
His hurt is not your own.
You just hope you haven’t lost him forever.
With trembling hands, you wipe away the tears, steeling yourself to go back into the stadium. You didn’t want to. You wanted to go home and cry until you passed out with puffy eyes and a stopped-up nose. But Jaemin was waiting for your return, and Jeno needed you as his good luck charm.
You couldn’t disappoint everyone tonight.
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When you return to your seat, Jaemin immediately knows something is wrong.
He shoots you a concerned glance, but you brush off his constant questions. You admit that Haechan went home, but you lie, saying it was because he was feeling sick.
As the hockey game continues before you, you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to focus on the action unfolding on the ice. Not even when Jeno nearly gets into a fight with the opposing team does it manage to capture your attention. You merely watch the refs get between the clashing boys, holding on to Jeno’s fist that was already bloody from beating on the other guy’s helmet.
Jaemin doesn't press you further either, deciding to leave you alone entirely.
You only half-heartedly clap and cheer when Jeno scores the winning goal, securing victory for the NCTU hockey team. The crowd erupts in hoots and hollers, but your mind remains elsewhere.
As the final buzzer sounds and the crowd begins to filter out of the stadium, you and Jaemin make your way to the plexiglass that separates the rink from the seats. The victory celebrations fade into the background as you focus on finding Jeno amidst the chaos.
Finally spotting him, you and Jaemin exchange a glance before pressing your hands against the cold surface of the plexiglass. Jeno's eyes meet yours, a mixture of exhaustion and triumph reflected in their depths.
"Congratulations," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but the genuine warmth behind your words is unmistakable.
Jeno offers a tired smile, his fist bumping against the glass in silent acknowledgment.
That was all you could do before his coach started yelling for him to get in the locker room. Watching him skate away, you turn to Jaemin. “You going home?” 
Jaemin looks at you, concern etched into his features. “Yeah, do you need me to walk you home?” he asks gently.
You shake your head, forcing a small smile. “No, I think I’ll wait around for Jeno,” you reply, “You can go ahead.”
Jaemin studies you for a moment, his gaze searching yours for any sign of reassurance. “Are you really okay?” he asks.
He knows something is up. He wished you would just tell him.
You offer a weak nod. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “I just... I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”
Understanding flickers in Jaemin’s eyes as he steps closer, wrapping you in a comforting hug. “I’m here if you need anything,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the confusion raging within you. You cling to the embrace for a moment longer, drawing strength from the warmth of his presence. And as you pull away, a sense of resolve settles over you.
He walks away with a smile, his steps echoing through the nearly empty stadium. Turning back to the locker room, you wait patiently for Jeno, your heart heavy with anticipation. Minutes stretch into eternity as you watch the hockey players leave one by one, the coach giving you a curious glance but saying nothing.
With a deep breath, you gather your courage and approach the locker room door. “Jeno?” you call out.
The door creaks open, revealing Jeno’s tired face. “Come in,” you hear him say faintly.
You push open the door and see him sitting on a wooden bench surrounded by dark blue, metal lockers. The one in front of his hunched figure is open, hockey gear spilling out. Jeno sits shirtless, nursing the hand that was bleeding earlier.
In the dimly lit locker room, silence hangs heavy between you and Jeno at first, each of you lost in your own thoughts.
“You were amazing out there,” you finally say, breaking the silence. He had been amazing, even if you hadn’t been paying attention – too caught up in Haechan’s admittance.
Jeno meets your gaze, gratitude shining in his tired eyes. “Thank you,” he replies. “The team is going out to celebrate,” he continues, his tone hesitant. “Are you... are you going with us?”
“Didn’t know I was invited,” you laugh.
He cracks a smile too, “Well, I wasn’t going to go, but I will if you go with me.”
You consider it for a second but shake your head. “I’m a bit tired. Probably just gonna go home.”
Jeno nods, “Same. I’ll probably just go back and smoke.”
You sense a shift in the atmosphere of the locker room. Something calmer – less high-tension. Jeno's next words catch you off guard.
“My coach really thinks I’m going to get scouted for the NHL,” he says, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his voice.
“That’s amazing,” you reply, “It’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
He leans forward and reaches into the locker, retrieving white gauze. Carefully, he unwraps the roll and starts to tightly wind it around his hand. You want to help him, but you didn’t know how. You were far from the medic friend ­– that was Jaemins job.
“I know.” He replies, “Means I gotta be on my best these next few games though.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” You murmur.
He nods but doesn’t say anything, so you decide to sit next to him on the bench. When you sit down, he leans into you. His chest was burning, despite the frigid temperature, and you feel the heat seep through your jersey. Despite playing a long game, he smelled good. Like cologne and mint. A good combo.
He starts humming some random tune, and you find your eyelids drooping. You were beyond tired. Beyond emotions. Beyond words. If anything, you wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. The comforting presence of being beside one of your best friends in the entire world.
Before you know it, Jeno is shaking your shoulder. “Y/n.” He murmurs. You snap your eyes open, and his face was dangerously close to yours, “You dozed off.” A smile breaks out on his face, and a heat creeps up your spine.
“S-Sorry,” you blurt, standing up a little too fast. The room starts to spin and Jeno has to grab your shoulders to keep you from falling down.
“Are you okay?” He questions, eyes piercing your own.
You rub your eyes tiredly, “Yeah, I’m just…fuck, I don’t know Jeno, I just feel off.”
Jeno's brow furrows with concern, and he pulls you into a comforting embrace. In that moment, everything you’ve tried keeping hidden away for the last hour, tumbles out, and you find yourself completely losing it, sobbing uncontrollably against his chest. He doesn't know what to do at first, his arms awkwardly encircling you as you cry. But then, with a gentleness that belies his strength, he brings your face into his hands and asks softly, “Are you okay? What's wrong?”
You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know,” you manage between sobs. “I just... I feel lost, and I don’t know what to do.”
His thumb brushes away your tears, his touch a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. And looking up at him, you realize this is what you need. Not clingy like Haechan, not overly sweet, like Jaemin. You needed strong, steady, understanding.
You needed Jeno.
You don’t know if it’s genuine. Or if it’s the challenge. Or if you just welcomed the distraction, but words are tumbling from your lips before you know it. “Kiss me.”
He's so close. inches away, no, centimeters away. His breath, warm and enticing, mingles with the taste of mint and ice. The room contracts as he leans in. you open your mouth, he opens his.
"I can't, not like this," the words hang, lingering in the air. Tension doesn't dissipate; it transforms, a subtle shift in the locker room. "I'm not Jaemin."
“W-what?”
You may not be Jaemin, but don’t worry Jeno, you’ll get your turn.
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imnotjaesblog · 5 months ago
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“lights, camera…action!”
synopsis -> he’s an actor. you’re an actor. everyone’s super duper professional while shooting the new, highly anticipated office coworkers enemies to lovers drama!…until you have to shoot a sex scene.
warnings: smut! dry humping, oral (female receiving), jaehyun beats his meat to the sound of your moans
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being paired up with your long time crush jaehyun! for this drama was already hard enough, and now you have to do a sex scene with him. you’ve read this script over and over again, mentally preparing yourself for this moment. even having intimacy coordinators guiding the both of you like it was a dance. at every practice, jaehyun always reassured you, asking if it was okay to touch you here and there, creating a safe and comfortable space to work but every touch left a lingering feeling and now the nerves were getting to you.
“hey y/n, nervous?,” he walks in the set, dimples on display.
“a little bit,” you confess, “but i trust you.”
he responds with a soft smile, giving you a small nod, “let’s do our best today.”
today was the scene — the scene where your characters come together for the first time, finally letting go of all the built up tension between them. a white button up polo and a black tight skirt hugs your body meanwhile jaehyun was dressed in a black suit. the office set ready to go.
setting - office. everyone else has gone home leaving your two characters, alone, in the night.
3, 2, 1, lights, camera…ACTION!
you walk over to jaehyun’s character sitting on his computer chair, lazily leaned back, legs wide open, his back to his desk. he watches you intently with a dark gaze in his eyes as you inch closer and closer to his face, teasing him.
“kiss me,” jaehyun says, sticking to the script.
“if i kiss you, i win,” you taunt, character teasing his.
“you win,” he agrees, whispering against your lips, earning a smirk of victory from you.
finally, you connect the space in between you, lips landing on his, before quickly pulling away. soft gazes interlocked, dramatic pause. jaehyun’s hand gently makes its way to the back of your head, pulling you in again as he takes the lead, deepening the kiss.
just as practiced, his hands go to your hips, pulling you down on to him as you rested your knees on his sides, capturing him in between your thighs, fitting in the small office chair. the make out session grows heavier and heavier, tongues battling — combination of spearmint and cherry chapstick making you addicted.
he slowly starts unbuttoning your top, lacy black bra coming into view, as his lips connected with your collarbones, gently sucking. “you don’t know how long i've been wanting to do this,” he says, the line coming out perfectly as he completely discards your shirt, leaving kisses on the top of your breasts.
your body responds to his actions, instinctively grinding down on him, clothed core coming into contact with his hard length, stomach tingling with arousal. jaehyun can’t help but release a strangled groan at your unexpected movement, the noise going straight to your head. this was not part of the script but he doesn’t break, he’ll play along with your improvisation. his large hands immediately go to your ass, cupping them with a light squeeze, cold fingertips making you whine against his ear, cock twitching in response.
as scripted, he picks you up carefully, lips messily clashing back together, before turning around and placing you on the computer desk, his body tucked in between your hips. you briefly pull away as he yanks his black tie off of his neck, your hand quickly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. your characters share a cheeky smile as you grab his trousers, pulling him towards you.
you unzip his pants, making it fall to the bottom of his legs, boxers soon to follow, leaving jaehyun standing there, naked, a piece of tiny cloth covering his large member, the camera angling right behind him now, a perfect shot of his ass into view, your legs wrapped around him, skirt hitched up.
and just like what you practiced, the choreography starts coming to life, jaehyun pulls down your panties, leaving you in the tiny cloth that covers your cunt before “thrusting” into you, his hands roughly grabbing your hips, as you release fake grunts and moans.
it was all an act, yet it was hard to ignore his rock hard boner and the cloth that was starting to stick to your cunt, pooling with your arousal, as you continued to dry hump your co-star.
“you. feel. so. good,” jaehyun grunts with each thrust. that was not a line in the script but at this point, who gives a fuck.
his lips were back on yours as you swallowed each other’s moans, sucking noises and teeth clashing accompanied with your heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the set, the crew watching attentively, focused on the intense scene.
the table below you starts squeaking from the movement, moans becoming more real with every second that passes.
you grab onto jaehyun’s shoulders pulling him even closer to you, body heat radiating onto you as his thrusts get messier and messier. deep grunts resonating in your ear as you feel your arousal stain the cloths in between you.
“f-fuck i’m gonna cum,” jaehyun grunts, his body shaking, his grip on your hips tightening and then you feel it…the wetness of his release sticking in between your thighs. he actually came.
jaehyun quickly pulls away, eyes in quiet shock at his own actions as you both try to calm your composure, breathing heavily, now very much aware of the crowd around you.
he tries moving away but you keep him in place, afraid that the crew behind him would see the mess he has left behind. your eyes subtly dart down to your discarded clothing, silently communicating with him.
“okay, CUT!,” the director yells, snapping you both into place as jaehyun quickly removes himself from your space, gently pulling your skirt back down as you swiftly cross your legs together.
he quickly pulls his pants back up, before facing the crew, hoping that no one could see the wet spot that has tainted his protection cloth and is now dripping down his leg. handing you back your shirt, you cover yourself up, standing next to him, thighs sticking together, awaiting further instructions.
“i yelled cut 10 minutes ago but you guys didn’t hear me,” the director chuckled as the both of you stood there, ears bright red, smiling sheepishly, “amazing job, that felt really real, we’ll use that one” she says, clapping. the entire crew cheering at the one shot one take – it was very real, but only you and jaehyun knew that.
“that’s a wrap for today,” she ends the scene as you and jaehyun walk off the set quietly, the sexual tension in the air lingering.
once you were out of earshot, jaehyun pulled you to the side, “sorry about that, i got too caught up i guess,” he apologizes, ears burning red, refusing to make eye contact.
“it's okay,” you reassured him, “i didn’t let you do anything that i didn’t want to do,” you quietly responded, your answer giving him back his confidence.
“oh, really?,” he teases, dimples coming out to play.
“really…i-i liked it,” you confess, making him grin even wider as he took a step towards you, figure completely towering over you, before whispering, “how about i return the favor in my dressing room and make you cum, pretty girl?,” your breath hitches in your throat, the stickiness in your thighs becoming very evident as the excitement bubbles through you again.
“would you like that, pretty?,” he whispers, landing a soft kiss on your neck. you grab on to his hand, leading him to the direction of his trailer, a deep chuckle coming from the boy next to you.
jaehyun immediately gets to work as soon as you were in the safety of his room, locking the door and pushing you up against the wall, lips quickly back in yours, “you taste so good, i fucking love kissing scenes with you,” he confesses, earning a whine of approval from you.
“jump,” he orders. you jump, wrapping your legs around his torso as he picks you up, placing you on his table, getting on his knees, face finding his spot in between your legs. he pushes your skirt back up and finally takes off the barrier, the cold air hitting your pussy before his tongue swipes through your folds, making you sigh in pleasure.
“so fucking wet,” he moans against your pussy, “is this all for me, pretty?,” he teases, lapping up your juices.
“a-all for you, jaehyun,” you whine, hips desperately arching up to meet his lips. he furiously licks your folds, moving his face up and down, sharp nose rubbing on your clit.
“just like that jaehyun, please don't stop,” you cry out in a whine, the pleasure building in your stomach, hands harshly gripping his hair making him moan, the vibration sending tingles all throughout your body.
he continues licking up and down your folds, tongue going in and out of your hole, swirling and sucking around your sensitive bud again and again.
the lewd noises turns him on, his own hand immediately going straight to his hard cock, pumping himself to your whiny moans that were filling up the room.
your breathing becomes heavier and heavier, messily thrusting your hips up to his face, desperate for release as he pumps his cock faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue against your pussy.
“i’m cumming, i’m cumming,” you repeat like it was a mantra, eyes closing, head falling back against his dressing mirror. jaehyun quickened the pace on his dick, pumping harshly, wanting to come with you. your body goes slack as your release takes over, body shaking with pleasure.
jaehyun’s free hand goes straight to your thigh keeping you open for him as he continues to collect your juices, making sure he cleans up every drop. your pussy stifling his groans as he cums in his pants once again.
you push him away, the overstimulation getting to you and he makes his way back to your lips, kissing you slowly. you taste yourself on his tongue. his fingers filled with his juices come in contact with your lips and you don’t waste a second licking it off of him, gently sucking on his fingertips.
“all that, and you haven’t even touched me yet, god, you drive me crazy, pretty girl” he confesses, kissing you once again, carefully pulling your skirt back down to cover you.
“i want to touch you,” you plead, pulling his trousers towards you again, just like the scene but he steps away before you can pull it off him, clicking his tongue, head shaking no.
“how about you let me take you out on a real date first, pretty girl?,” he asks, a playful smirk on his lips and your heart swoons, a soft smile growing on your features.
he was a gentleman after all and you weren’t the only one crushin’ on him.
“i would love that,” you agree, pulling him towards you for another kiss.
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an: happy bday to my valentine boy, the man of the hour, jung jaehyun! <3 pls come home the kids miss you + a happy happy valentine’s day to all you freaky freaky people <333 (p.s. if anyone saw my post, i was originally supposed to post his part of the sour series but idk every time i open that file my mind shuts down and i get slapped with writers block and can’t write anything so you got this instead zzz this one’s sexier anyways lol)
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imnotjaesblog · 7 months ago
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Last Christmas
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Starring: Jeong Jaehyun
Something short and sweet.
I miss Jaehyun :(
Warnings: None
Fluff with some angst.
It's Christmas Time!!!
Words: 1k
Enjoy :)
It was the first snowfall of December in New York. I stood on my balcony gazing out over the city. The holiday lights twinkled below, the crisp air biting at her cheeks. But, despite the beauty of the season, my heart felt heavy. Christmas had never been the same since last year.
I had met him at a Christmas party when we were just teenagers. It was one of those magical, snow-dusted nights when everything seemed perfect, and love felt inevitable. He was charming, with a dimpled smile and eyes that sparkled brighter than the Christmas lights twirling around the tree. The entire evening was spent talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Sneaking away from our hovering parents. There was an instant connection—a feeling I had never experienced before.
Maybe it was my youth romanticising the moment but it felt magical. He had come from a strict household similar to mine. My father that night introduced me to his friend's sons to someday marry and merge companies. Jaehyun was going through the same thing. We were each other's escape from the night.
That's how every event after was treated. Like an escape from the real world. My knight saved me from the forces of my father. Saving himself from his insufferable mother. When our parents discovered our friendship we assumed we'd face their wrath but instead, we were met with praise.
"How could you hide such a thing from us?" his mother asked him. His father slapped Jaehyun back letting his grip sit on his shoulder. "You should have told us, son, you had already found someone worthy of the family name," he said with a grin. The two of you had stood there awkwardly. Not knowing whether or not to tell them you weren't in a relationship. You looked at each other hoping the other had an idea of how to escape. Both of you are helpless you had to endure your parents' company.
By the time the night ended, Jaehyun's parents spoke with yours and the pairs agreed to allow you to date. You weren't opposed to the idea. You've had feelings for Jaehyun since you first spoke to him those few years ago. You were excited to have Jaehyun on your arm. Your parents already discussing buying you, your apartment for the two of you to share. Jaehyun loved being your friend. It made all these parties and outings worth showing up to. But he wasn't prepared for a quick relationship. He enjoyed your company and wanted more than anything to spend time with you but marriage seemed a bit too quick for his liking.
Finding a moment to flee he took your arm heading for the balcony. The snow fell gently landing on the ground in piles. A chill left your body. Jaehyun noticed taking off his coat and placing it over your exposed shoulders. You thanked him politely as you always did. He didn't smile at you like he always had.
You didn't worry too much turning to face the city. You smiled at all the Christmas lights. Jaehyun who normally followed you around kicked the snow unable to find the heart to tell you this wasn't what he wanted, well, not how he had it planned at least.
But seeing you with a giant smile on your face. A look in your eyes he had never seen before, he didn't want to hurt your night. He didn't want to hurt your feelings. So he came to your side placing a hand over your shoulder and later he agreed especially since this was all taking place Christmas Eve. He didn't want to ruin your favorite Holiday. So, for the next two years, you spent countless hours walking through snowy parks, sipping mulled wine in cozy pubs, and sharing your dreams and fears. Christmas, with its promise of warmth and togetherness, was the backdrop to your budding romance. Postponing your wedding, mostly because of Jaehyun.
You weren't too jazzed about marriage either but it meantn't you could escape your parents. You tried to get Jaehyun to understand the situation but he always had an excuse. "We still haven't traveled here," he'd say suggesting another country, this time it was Thailand. So he'd take you to Thailand in hopes you'd forget about a proposal.
Of course, someday you want to get married. But decided after Jaehyun's third attempt to distract you, you'd just push that dream away until the time was right for the two of you. Your parents pushed the two of you to wed but you shot them down more times than Jaehyun could. You started to create distance between your families. Due to the overwhelming songs of marriage. Which worked well for the two of you.
But then, on Christmas Day itself, things took an unexpected turn.
Jaehyun had been distant all morning, his smile forced, and his usual excitement for the holiday absent. A dull expression on his face when your friends arrived for Christmas. Everyone asked you if he was well. You covered for him, and yourself. You had no clue what was bothering him. And you tried to talk to him about it he usually responded poorly, with a tired expression.
When everyone left you decided to talk to him.
"What is going on?" you asked placing a hand on your hip. He sighed looking away from you. Fingers rubbing between his brows.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking torn. "I… I need to tell you something."
You immediately sensed that something was wrong. "What is it, Jaehyun?"
"I… I can’t be with you anymore. I didn’t want it to happen this way, not on Christmas, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now," Jaehyun confessed, his voice thick with regret. "It’s not you. It’s me. I think I need to be alone for a while, sort things out."
You felt as though the world had shifted beneath your feet. The warmth from the fireplace. You stood there, numb, as Jaehyun explained that the pressure of his parents and to get married still lingered over his head. The unresolved issues were holding him back. He needed time to heal before he could give himself fully to anyone.
You tried to understand but struggled to see his hurt. You never brought up the idea to him after the first conversation you had about it and you had distanced yourself from your family so you felt confused. He could read the confusion on your face clear as day. The confusion made your head hurt therefore frustrating you more than you already were.
It felt like a cruel joke. Christmas Day, a day meant for love and joy, had become a day of heartbreak. After Jaehyun left, you spent the rest of the holiday alone.
This Christmas
A year had passed, and you had spent much of it trying to move on. You focused on your work at the small art gallery in Covent Garden, started spending more time with your friends, and even tried dating a few people. But none of it felt like it could fill the space Jaehyun had left behind. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t dwell on the past too much and enjoy this Christmas with your friends.
Yet, as the days grew colder and the city buzzed with holiday spirit, the memories of last Christmas—of Jaehyun—crept back into your mind. That was, until the moment you saw him again.
It happened when you and your friends were spending time in the infamous Winter Wonderland. You had seen him with a few friends nursing a hot cup of hot chocolate. The booth he stood at was half-empty, save for a few scattered customers, and the world outside was drenched in light snow. You have been scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself from her thoughts, when a group of Santa walked by singing catching a few people's attention.
When you turned back from watching the Santas you froze.
There he was Jaehyun staring back at you. He let out a small gasp cool air visible as it left his lips.
He looked just as you remembered: tall, with that same warm, dimpled smile that made your heart skip a beat. You felt a knot form in your stomach. Your first instinct was to hide, to turn away, but something told you that you couldn’t run from this.
You took a deep breath and stood up as he approached you.
“Y/n?” His voice was tentative, almost unsure.
You forced a smile. “Jaehyun. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
There was a long pause. Neither of you seemed to know what to say next. The weight of everything that had happened hung between you two like a thick fog.
“I… I didn’t expect to see you, either,” Jaehyun said finally. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I didn’t want to show up like this, but… I don’t know. I had to see you.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his voice. “What do you mean?”
“I owe you an apology,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Last Christmas… I was a coward. I shouldn’t have let you go. I was dealing with so much—too much—and I let you slip away because I wasn’t ready. I should have been honest with you. I’m sorry.”
You felt your chest tighten. You had spent the entire year trying to let go, but hearing him speak so honestly, so raw, brought all the old feelings flooding back. "Jaehyun, I—" she started, but words failed you.
"I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore," he continued. "I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I had to say it. I’m sorry. For everything."
There was a long silence. You took a deep breath. You didn’t know what to do with all of the emotions swirling inside yourself. Part of you wanted to scream, to tell him he had no right to come back after everything. But another part of you, a quieter part, knew that healing couldn’t happen without closure.
“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you said with a small shrug, your voice trembling. “But… I’m glad you said it. I’m glad you finally told me.” you tried to mask yourself with confidence.
Jaehyun nodded, his eyes searching hers as if waiting for something. And then, almost instinctively, he stepped closer. “I know it’s been a long time, Y/n, but… would you be open to talking? Maybe starting over? Not rushing anything, just… seeing where things go?”
You stared at him for a long moment. The world outside the Wonderland seemed to fade away. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel quite so alone.
“I don’t know,” you said, her voice still quiet, but there was a softness to it now. “Maybe we could start with just… being friends.”
Jaehyun smiled a genuine, relieved smile, and nodded. “I’ll take that. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
You invited me to walk with you around Wonderland. He accepted happily almost grateful you asked him. You spent the night talking about everything and nothing, you realized that sometimes, the holidays weren’t just about love or loss—they were about finding the strength to move forward.
This Christmas, you weren't sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, you were willing to find out.
The End :)
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thinking about...
how comforting jaehyun would be when you come home drunk from a night out with friends. 
he would be sleeping at first, not hearing you click open the door and stumble into the living room, throwing off your shoes. its only until you call out his name into the darkness of your room that he would stir in his sleep, whispering your name out to you. and when you would slide into bed and mumble drunken thoughts he would wake up, reaching a hand out to stroke your disheveled hair. 
“are you drunk?” he would ask even though he knew the answer, and you would try to deny it out of instinct, but he’s able to see right through you. he nods, caressing your alcohol flushed cheeks. and he would make himself get up, even in the midst of the deepest sleeps he’s had just to take care of you. 
to get you some water from the kitchen, sleepily pouring it out the jug with weak hands; making sure you drink it all, holding the glass up to you and swiping a finger over your mouth to dry you of the left over droplets. 
you would sprawl yourself out on the bed, still dressed up in your clothes and claim that you were “too tired” to change, but when jaehyun would walk towards your closet to grab a t-shirt for you to sleep in suddenly he would find you right next to him again, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his bicep. he would pat the top of your head to savour the moment, knowing how embarrassed you’ll get the morning after for no reason. and when your arms would become too heavy to change yourself he would take his hand and wrap it around your wrists, lifting them up for you and removing your clothes. then guiding them through the arm holes of your t-shirt. 
you would still be attached to him when he takes you into the bathroom, helping you sit on the toilet lid while he turns around to grab some makeup wipes from the cabinet, so he can stroke the makeup off your face with a cold touch, moving so gently that you wouldn’t have been able to notice he was doing so if you hadn’t opened your drunken eyes and see his sleepy, focused face. whether there was or wasn’t alcohol running through your bloodstream, you still wouldn’t be able to resist leaning forward with pouted lips and smooch him on what you think are his lips, but in actuality is the side of his face. 
after all that, he would tuck you into your bed and watch you fall asleep in an instant, as if you were the one dragging around a grown adult the whole time. but when he lies on his side of the bed and sees your content face he would pepper kisses all over it, even if you couldn’t feel them, and whisper a small goodnight. 
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Just Dropped!
Dear Father For I Have Sinned. My Halloween Fic Starring Na Jaemin! A demon x afab reader.
Here's the link for the fic. Dear Father For I Have Sinned
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Dear Father For I Have Sinned
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Starring: Na Jaemin (Appearances by Mark, Haechan, and Jaehyun).
Demon Jaemin x afab reader
Warnings: Smut, Demon Summoning, Dom Jaemin, Seemy dom/Sub reader, Jaemin bites the reader, Jaemin is rough with the reader, Oral F.m receiving, God & Devil are mentioned. Slight Agnst.
Words: 7k
MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!
First Halloween Post :)
Enjoy;)
"I don't think this is a good idea," you said from where you sat in your friend's room. You sat furthest away on the carpet from the other three. The lights were turned completely off. The only light coming from freshly lit candles around the room. The curtain by the window pulled back. The window opened a crack allowing the cool Autumn breeze to flow through. From the window, you could hear children walking up and down the street traveling door to door trick-or-treating.
Then there was you. Spending your Halloween dressed up as a mouse with the rest of your friends while your best friend Yuri was a cat. You sat farthest from her. Arms crossed over your chest as you watched the other two set up the room. Yuri set up the Ouija board. This is where you spent the start of your Halloween—just sitting and waiting for them to finish so you could go to the party.
They had ignored your protest all day. During class, your friend had the idea of purchasing an Ouija board. She spoke more about once all of you met up. The other two agreed not thinking much of the board, joking about the consequences rather than fearing them.
However, you had no intention of testing fate nor containing anything that wasn't living. Sure, you took part in Halloween. The parties, the dressing up, even watching horror films. But at the end of the day, it was all fake. And even if you didn't believe the board would work, you didn't want to take the chance.
Your friends whined at your hesitance to take part in the game.
"Girl don't worry. I did my research," she said failing to convince you. You scoffed, "That's exactly why I'm saying no," you said shaking your head. "This is just your new obsession of the week. And whether something speaks to you or not. I want no part in it, Yuri," you said. Your efforts fell when your boyfriend walked through the door with his friend.
He walked over to you confused look seeing you far away from your friends. He sat beside you. "You okay?" he asked. You brushed it off. "I'm fine," you said a bit annoyed. Since you spoke out against the game you could feel the tension between you and the girls. Definitely view you as a downer. It wouldn't be the first time they made you feel weird for not picking what they wanted to do. Maybe it was time for new friends.
"Mark convince your girlfriend to play," your friend started again teasing a smile on her lips. You huffed sending her an annoyed expression. She ignored it keeping her eyes on Mark. Mark sighed turning to you with a shrug. "It could be fun," he attempted. You rolled your eyes moving from him to sit on the edge of her bed arms over your chest.
She clicked her teeth, "Whatever," she said turning to the others. Hushering them to come closer. They complied, all placing two fingers on the planchette. You sent a warning look to Mark. He looked over from you and at Yuri. She smiled at him. He sighed before placing two fingers on it. You rolled your eyes crossing your legs over the other.
"Wendy you ask first," Yuri nudged her. Wendy's eyes widened. "What. Why me?" she asked hint of panic in her voice. Yuri huffed forcing a smile "Because out of all of us, you had the most emotional baggage so the spirit is more likely to talk to us," she said nonchalantly. Wendy gasped but wasn't shocked. Yuri spoke like this on a regular.
Wendy instead brushed off the hurtful comment. Holding back her own tears as she let out a breath. "Hello, is there anyone who would like to speak to us?" she asked looking around the room. The others watched the bored. The planchette didn't move. But it was only for a second. You had almost missed it, being that you were watching your phone. However, the unified gasp caught your attention.
You looked over seeing the planchette shift to yes. A few of them had a shocked expression on their faces. Soon turning into excited nerves. Yuri cleared her throat. "Are you a boy or a girl?" she asked. The planchette sat for a second before it spelled out man. Yuri ooed almost teasing the spirit.
"Are you hot?" she asked if the party we were attending tonight was not being held by her boyfriend. The planchette shifted spelling out ridiculously. They all chuckled, and you sneered turning away. You were sure Haechan was just moving it to be a dick.
Yuri readjusted herself. Flipping her hair back to expose more of her cleavage. Pursing her lips. Wendy went to ask the spirit another question but Yuri stopped her. "Not your turn," she snapped. Wendy closed her mouth. Karina from beside her spoke softly. "But you just went," she stated. Yuri sent her a glare. "Was I talking to you?" she asked.
"Anyways," she said shaking off her frustrations. "Spirit do you think I'm pretty?" she asked confidently sure the spirit had a thing for her. The planchette moved to no. She scoffed, Haechan taking the chance to laugh. Wendy and Karina hid their giggles. She shifted now slightly uncomfortable. "It's probably because you like said girls right?" she asked noticing Wendy covering her smile. "Pathetic girls like Wendy?" she asked.
The planchette didn't move for a second until it responded No. Then it proceeded to spell out bed. They all looked over at you. You weren't even paying attention. You didn't look over until the silence became odd to you. Feeling their eyes on you. "What?" you asked.
"Spirit has a thing for you," Haechan said. You flipped him off turning back to your phone.
"Are you evil?" Haechan asked. Everyone eyed him. He shrugged, "What we're all thinking it. What if this guy is some weird killer demon," He said quickly. The planchette began to move. Spelling out "Not weird, or a killer," he wrote. They all gasped. "He's a demon though," Karina stated. Yuri huffed, "Good job you can read," she spat at Karina. Karina put her head down.
"Well if it's a demon," you began from the bed. "Can it take Yuri?" you asked in the direction of the board. "You'd be doing us all a favor," you said with a smile. Yuri gasped, "Who do you think you're talking to right now?" she asked two fingers still remaining on the planchette. You chuckled, "You think I'm scared of you? Yuri please don't tell me you find yourself to be that interesting you think people are scared of you," you bit back a sarcastic smile on your lips.
Yuri was getting embarrassed. Her face turned bright red. The planchette moved spelling out "HAHAHA" assuming it was laughing at what you said. Wendy snickered from where she sat. Yuri went to call her out but you stopped her.
"Wendy laughed harder honestly what is the worst thing Yuri gonna do? Not be your friend?" you asked her phone resting in your hand, dangling around as you spoke. Yuri huffed slamming her free hand on the Orcale. Causing the board to shake.
"Honestly I don't know why you keep talking," she began angry manner shifting to a more mischievous feeling. She turned her body slightly to you. "Do you think I invited you here because I want to hang out with you? Or because we're friends," she scoffed out a smile exposing her top teeth. She faked and pouted at you keeping her gaze strong with you.
"I only invite you so I can see your boyfriend," she said letting out a sigh that sent a shudder down your spine. She looked over at Mark teasing a smile on her black lipstick-covered lips. "Right Mark?" she asked expecting no verbal response to confirm what you always felt to be true. Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He barely looked at you. She turned back to you with a condescending smile.
You stood up from the bed ready to take them both. But before you could one after the other the candles went out. You looked down at the board. You gasped out a laugh. Yuri confused sent you a glare. "So much for your research," you pointed at her foolishness. She looked down with wide eyes. She had removed her fingers.
You saw the slight fear in her eyes. Especially when the planchette moved creating a figure eight on the board. Yuri panicked standing up away from the board. "Stop!" she shouted. "Stop it," they all let go and the planchette stopped moving. Everyone looked at one another both shocked and scared.
They all blamed Haechan for moving the planchette. But that was just to make them feel some soft comfort about the fact that deep down, they all knew they didn't move that planchette. You walked out of the room. Wendy and Karina followed behind you. They came to your side.
"Where are we going?" Karina asked taking hold of your arm. Wendy came to your other side. "Are you okay girl?" she asked making you remember the fact Mark cheated on you with Yuri. You couldn't even say you were surprised. You had seen the long stares and touches over the last couple of weeks. You just finally had the confirmation you needed.
You brushed the desperate girls off. "I'm fine," you said back. Wendy frowned. "Well we're here for you," she said with a sad smile. Karina nodded standing beside Wendy on the sidewalk. She lifted her head with a smile. "We can go to my place and watch movies," she said. Wendy looked over at her brows furrowing. "How could you watch any scary movie after that board," she said feeling the same feeling of dread appear in the pit of her stomach.
Karina nodded, "You're right. We should watch something funny instead," she suggested to both Wendy and you. You shook your head no. "I think I'll pass. Besides aren't you two supposed to be making sure Yuri is okay," You said trying to leave. Karina shook her head. Wendy scoffed. "Yuri is the worst," she said as if it was normal for her. It took you by surprise, it even took her off her balance.
"That felt good to say," she said with a proud smile. Color forms back in her cheeks. You paused for a moment. A smirk forms on your lips. You titled your head bit. "Do you two still want to go to the party?" you asked. They thought about it for a moment. They smiled but then Wendy's smile fell. "Yuri will be there," she pointed out color fading again.
"So?" you raised a brow. You stepped in between the two wide-eyed girls. "Who is she to stop us from having fun?" you asked. The two nodded coming to your side and linking arms as you made your way to Jaehyun's Halloween party. Not noticing your shadow shift from yours to a much taller figure with horns.
After a few more long blocks you reach the decorated frat house infested with drunk college students all shit-faced on the lawn. You walked up to the path leading to the door. Jaehyun had seen you from across the sea of people in the living room. He made his way to your loud smile on his lips and a red solo cup in his hands. Dressed up as poorly put together mummy.
"What's up ladies," he greeted. You had no control over the eye roll. Jaehyun was so sleazy, a perfect match for Yuri. Karina batted her eyelashes at him twirling her hair. You watched her confused. "Really?" you asked truly unsure as to why someone as beautiful as her would find him hot. She broke from her daze letting her long hair fall.
You looked back at Jaehyun. "Where's the alcohol?" you asked. Jaehyun scoffed with a smirk. He raised his brow in a way men think is cute. "Bored of me already?" he teased leaning closer to you. You could smell the bear off him like cheap cologne. You brought your hand up scrunching your nose. Creating a wall between the two of you. "Aw," he pouted. "It's okay girl," he said with a shrug. He took a sip of his drunk stumbling a bit. "I'll find you later," he winked pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
You three walked past him. He kept his stare on you, mainly on your ass.
The party was actually fun. You had spent the last hour here bumping to the music with your new reinvented trio having a good time. You took off your mouse ears while dancing. Jaehyun took this as his chance to make his way to you. He picked up the ears placing them on your head from behind.
"Guess who?" he asked. You instantly felt nauseated by the sound of his voice. You turned around to face him disgusted look on your face. He just smirks smugly standing there proud of himself. "Why did you take off the ears? They look so cute," he flirted attempting to get closer to you. You stepped back, "Ew," you couldn't help but breathe out. He didn't take the rejection and instead came closer the toilet paper around his body falling to the ground.
"Jaehyun," you tried to reason. "You have a girlfriend," you said in an attempt to get him to leave you alone. He shrugged taking a final swig of his drink. He tossed it to the side. "She's not here right now. And besides, I like you," he said leaning in to kiss you. You panicked letting your body take control. You felt your arm pull back and then forward fast. You blinked and there Jaehyun was holding his nose.
"You fucking bitch," he held his nose. A few of his guys rushed to him. A few other staring as well. The music continued to bump loudly surrounding the house. People around you continued to dance, too drunk or lost in the hot feelings to turn to the scene around them. You took this as your chance to flee.
As you quickly escaped you dropped your ears down the path to exit the frat house.
You had finally made it to your apartment. Your phone constantly buzzing with messages from Karina and Wendy. A few even coming from Mark. You let the girls know you went home. You ignored Mark's messages.
You took your shoes off feeling the start of a headache form. You rubbed your temples as you further walked into your home. You made your way to the fridge searching for a water bottle. You eventually found one pulling it out and closing the door.
You took a sip feeling a chill. You didn't think much of the sudden change of temperature being just in the fridge and then drinking the cold water. Your apartment felt colder the more you walked out of the kitchen. You shuddered at the chill seeing your breath in the air as it escaped your lips.
"When did it get so cold?" you questioned out loud. It was 70 degrees outside. Yet in your apartment, it felt below 0. It makes you pay more attention to the darkness of your home. All the lights turned off, and the apartment appeared darker due to the night sky. The moonlight barely covers an inch of your place.
You walked over to your bedroom with the idea of the heater not being on. The chill still confused you but maybe it was just the course of the night making you overthink.
You took off your costume grabbing a few clothes to change into. Making your way to the shower. You turned the water on the steam rising finally giving you some sort of warmth. You are half awake and partly drunk. You didn't notice the handprint on the glass shower door.
You stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel. You rubbed your eyes. Whipping away at the mirror. You checked out your skin. Groaning at how tired you looked. Until you felt your heart jump. Shrieking in fear at the image of a man standing behind you with a smirk. You turned quickly not seeing him anymore. You turned back to the mirror whipping away at the steam and seeing nothing but yourself.
Your heart continued to race. Breathing heavily your chest quickly rose and fell. You touched your face, your other hand holding your towel over your chest trying to calm yourself down. You shook your head turning to leave once you controlled your breathing. You told yourself it was just Halloween and freaky things always happened on Halloween and that tomorrow everything would be back to normal.
You turned to leave stepping on someone's foot. You quickly looked up seeing the same man from the mirror standing tall in front of you. You gasped almost falling to your knees. You ran around him busting the bathroom door open. You scrambled making eye contact with your door. You ran over to your bed to get there quickly. However, the lock clicked on your door. You tried to yank it open. Banging on the door, furiously turning the knob and kicking the bottom.
You felt every hair on your body rise knowing your door was only locked from the inside. You tried to turn the lock but it wouldn't move. Stuck in place. The man emerged from the bathroom letting out a low deep chuckle before he stepped onto your bedroom floor.
He watched as you tried and failed to escape. He made his way to your bed holding onto the end of the frame. He crossed one leg over the other waiting for you to give up. You turned briefly feeling extremely cold again. Your eyes widened seeing him.
"Please let me go," you begged. "I won't tell anyone," you pleaded still gripping tightly onto the door knob. He chuckled shaking his head. He reached into his black jacket pulling out your mouse headband. He ticked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
"Didn't your mother tell you that these were meant to protect you?" he asked. You were too busy fearing for your life to read between the lines of his words. You scanned your face. He closed his jacket leaning off the frame walking to lean more comfortably by your desk. He sat down in your black rowly chair.
"Protect me?" you asked chest still rising up and down. Your body is still wrapped in a towel. Water droplets fall onto the wooden floor. He dropped the ears onto the floor sliding them near you. "Everyone knows costumes hide you from us," he said a second voice appearing as he spoke smoothly morphing into one then two. A much more sinister voice than the human one he spoke with.
"Us?" you asked coming to the frightening conclusion that this person was not a person. He nodded, "Costumes on All Hallows Eve shield those from evil. It's why I couldn't touch you in that girl's bedroom. Nor could I speak to that excuse of a man at that horrible party. Is that really what you all do for fun?" he asked. You still held onto the door knob not trusting this stranger. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt you but that doesn't mean he still wasn't dangerous.
"You seem confused," he said grabbing hold of your attention. He let out a sigh crossing one leg over the other. "Wear it," he motioned to the ears. You eyed them but didn't reach for them. He huffed annoyed and growing bored with your fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless that's what you're into," he smirked dark clouds swimming in his eyes.
You cautiously let your grip loosen from the door knob. Hesitantly reached for the ears. You watched him as you grabbed them. He stood still the entire time. Once you held them he raised his hand. "Put them on," he spoke softly second voice appearing again. You sucked in a breath slowly placing them on your head close your eyes for just a moment, a simple blink and he was gone.
You gasped seeing the stranger was gone. You looked around searching for him. He smiled, he was still there. You just couldn't see him. He looked over at your desk finding a notebook. He lifted it clicking a pen. He wrote the note throwing it at your feet. You had walked further into the room not realizing where you were standing. You picked up the note crumbling the paper.
"Still Here," it read. "You look so pretty in white" he teased in his note. You jumped ripping the ears off and seeing you were standing right between his spread legs.
"Those things," he motioned to the ears. "They're so annoying," he said spoke tiredly. He snapped his fingers setting the grey mouse ears on fire. Once they burned to ash the fire stopped. He waved the ash away, out of existence, before he leaned closer to you. "There you see that's much better," he said words hissing out of his mouth and slipping from his lips like poison. And you couldn't even lie. The man or whatever he was, was hot.
He noticed the change in your stare. Your pupils slowly become wide with curiosity. He allowed the curious stare and the inevitable questions to take place after.
"What are you?" you asked feeling yourself, without control, drawing closer to him. He sat back with a devilish smirk on his pink lips. He cocked a brow. "If I tell you will you scream?" he asked a flirtatious undertone in his first voice. His second voice is a whole lot more sisnter sounding. You couldn't tell which voice actually belonged to him.
You sucked in a breath. Fear clouding your thoughts again. "Maybe," you exhaled out. He scanned his eyes up and down your body. Licking his lips. You took a step back remembering you were just in a towel. You gripped onto the white cloth. Almost tripping on a small puddle of water on the floor. The water had dried from your body but still, your hair soaked the ground.
He liked seeing your hair pushed back. "Relax," he spoke calmly. He sighed out a deep breath, "I wouldn't mind if you screamed," he said dark taste on his tongue. You hushed out a shudder. You took a few more steps back. He stood from your chair pushing it in before he made his way to you. You went back to the door holding onto the knob. He hovered over you like a shadow. He leaned down to your level.
"Now to answer your question. I'd hate to keep you waiting," He opened his coat pulling out a cloth. He handed it to you. "You're sweating," he spoke quietly. Your hand shook as you reached for it. Snatching it from him and dipping your face. He smiled satisfied that you took the cloth.
"You know if it makes you feel better," he began as you ran from beside him to the bathroom. You locked the door. He walked his way over. You could see the shadow of his feet from under the door. He leaned against the side of the door, on the wall. You stood behind the door quickly taking the chance to change into your clothes.
"I can't touch you unless you say I can. Ironically, you hold all the power," he said. You could hear the cocky smile on his lips as he spoke. He kept his eyes on the door. He could feel every part of the inside of your body. Your thoughts of fleeing. You had a plan to jump through the window. But the one he danced with. That lingered with his hope you thought for a second to sit on his lap with his legs spread.
"It's a shame honestly," he sighed shifting away. His back against the wall. Head resting back. He closed his eyes for a moment with a hum. "I've been watching. I've seen that poor excuse of a boyfriend of yours attempt to please both you and that fake blonde," he said feeling a pain of jealously at the memories. You widened your eyes coming back to the door. His eyes quickly flicked to your shadow appearing. Pupils became thin as he turned himself to stare. He was winning.
"You watch me?" you asked chest rising and falling. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. All this time some weird stalker demon was watching you. You wanted to feel sick. You wanted to cover yourself up even more. But couldn't, because deep down seeing that stranger sitting at your desk legs spread made you want to sit right in between them. He was definitely hot. And if you didn't believe the devil, well, he could make you and you'd be okay with that.
He went up to the door. Hands pressed against it. He let out a small sniff smelling your sweet scent. Carnal needs blinding his right judgment. So fresh and clean from the shower you had only moments ago. "I've seen almost everything. Today was like any other. I used to watch other pretty girls until I heard you didn't believe in me. It hurt me at first, staining my ego. But it had been so long since I connected with a human. Demons don't feel the same as humans," he confessed itching to get you out of that bathroom and anywhere he could have you in this room with your permission.
"Demons?" you questioned. He huffed now annoyed but all your stupid questions. This was pointless to him. He couldn't control himself any longer. His desire to be with the human girl he craved was eating him alive like a thousand fleas on a dog. The itch, the need strong enough to break the barrier.
"Yes love," he spoke shakey undertone. He tried to silence the second voice knowing it scared you. "We-I," he began pupils flicking from wide to paper thin. "I am a demon," he said through an exhausted breath. Like he had just run a marathon. It didn't scare you. You had a feeling this was where this was going. He burned your ears with his fingers. It did shock you. There was a demon in your room. You brought your hands to your forehead pulling back gently.
"There is a demon in my room," you whispered to yourself.
"Yes one that is very desperate to be released," he spoke losing the confidence in his voice. "Released?" you asked still freaking out. He nodded head hitting the bathroom door. You jumped at the bang. He shook his head walking away from the door. You watched his feet leave.
"I need you," he spoke through masked pleas. "That is how I was able to come through tonight. That girl who let go of the planchette. If she hadn't I wouldn't have been able to come through. But well done to you for getting her to the point of embarrassment she lost control. It shortened my plan days," he said pleased smile on his lips. The second voice screamed at him to just bust down the door. But he fought against it. He didn't come this far just to scare you into submission. He preferred a more natural way of things. Even if there was nothing natural about him.
"You've been planning this?" you asked a hint of anger in your voice.
"For a year now," he confessed. You still shocked gripped onto the counter. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You took some water splashing your face hoping the cool water would relax you. You shut your eyes letting out a breath and allowing yourself to gather your thoughts.
"You said you needed me. Why?" you asked. He looked over at the door after it had been silent for a few minutes. He could have very easily gone into the bathroom without you noticing but held against it.
"I'm a lustful demon and you are the one I crave," he spoke truthfully charming smile on his lips. Something about him just felt so inviting. You believed every word he said tonight. He spoke so openly about everything he thought and felt. It made you feel a bit better, especially after tonight. He smiled feeling you becoming more trusting of him.
"You know," he began. "With your permission, I can make you feel so much better than your boyfriend," he said calming himself and returning back to his flirtatious nature. You looked up at the door. He walked closer to the door. You could feel his presence inches away from yours. You stepped closer. You trusted his words. It might have been foolish to put such faith in a demon but his wants seemed real.
"What's your name?" you asked.
"Jaemin," he said. Not expecting the door to open he held his head down small smile on his lips. But when the bathroom light became brighter he looked up at you. You felt your chest shudder as you let out a breath.
"Jaemin," you whispered like his name was a beautiful curse.
"I give you permission to touch me," you hushed. He smirked eyes turning completely black. You had no time to react. In a blink, he hovered over you eager hands reaching up to touch you. You flinched at his cool touch. He brought his hand back not wanting to hurt you. You looked into his eyes for the first time tonight. The black faded from his iris turning into a deep brown.
You felt yourself get lost in the dark swirls of his eyes. Taking small steps to close the gap between you and kiss the demon. He kissed your back hand reaching behind your neck. Gripping onto your hot skin pulling you closer to his frame. "I've waited so long for this," he said like a starved man. His mouth fit with yours. Moving in a passionate rhythm.
He pulled away from you. Your eyes still fluttered closed. Lashes dusting your cheeks. You slowly blinked them open. Jaemin already keeping his eyes intensely focused on you. He sucked in a breath. He could feel the heat rise in your body with just a single touch from his hand.
"Now that I've been able to kiss you once I don't think I'll be able to stop, love," he rasped lips burning from yours. His chin was a bright pink. You couldn't pull away from him. Every part of him was so inviting. The danger of this no longer worried you. It thrilled you in ways that terrified you but also excited you.
"So then don't stop," you hushed eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes. He growled pulling you back in lips engulfing yours. Tongue swiping your bottom lip. His hands slid down your back side grabbing a hand full of your ass. He groaned into the kiss tapping the back of your thigh. You jump hands still wrapped in the locks of his black hair.
Wrapping your legs around his waist he pushed you up against the wall. Your back hit the wall hard. So hard you released from the kiss. Head hitting the wood. It didn't hurt. You let out a yelp of surprise opening your mouth again a small giggle leaving your lips. With your neck exposed he took this as a chance to attack the softness of your skin. Licking and biting parts of your neck.
"Sure you're not a vampire?" you teased. He rolled his eyes scrunching his nose in disgust. "Filthy bloodsuckers," he hissed. He licked his way down to the outline of your breasts just poking out of your tank top. "I prefer to use my mouth to taste other parts of the human body," He sucked just under your collarbone. Freehand that wasn't holding you up reaching up to your top. Greedy hand grabbing hold of the thin fabric. Tearing it off your body. He through the poor excuse for a shirt far off.
Hands wrapping around his neck. Fingers grazing the hair on his skin. He growled at the sounds you made. Mouth meeting yours swallowing all your sounds. He yanked you from off the wall.
"Love," he spoke as he laid you on the bed. "Do you know how agonizing it is to see you here almost every night," he began kissing his way down your chest. Unclipping your bra and tossing it with your shirt. Your hands kept on his shoulders pushing him down. "Watching you try to please yourself and fail. All because of that boy what was his name again?" he thought to pause. He quickly went back addicted to the scent of the wetness forming between your legs.
"It doesn't matter. By tonight I will be the only one you call for," he said carnivorous gaze as stared from below you. His hands came to the string of your shorts. Undoing the knot you created. You watched from above a part of you still trying to make sense of this. But the more you tried erotic images of Jaemin fucking you over your table or completely devouring you in the shower appeared in your mind. So vivid and felt so real it haunted your mind.
Jaemin pulled your shorts down removing them from your ankles. Licking his lips. His tongue formed two. Hot look in his eyes as his pupils thinned. The change was something you barely noticed. To lost in bliss to fear him. To remember how badly he was corrupting your mind, body, and soul.
He licked a stripe up your clothed pussy. You shuddered at the contain. Laying his tongue flat on your soaked clit. He brought his other hand up to spread your thighs further apart. The need to close them feeling so exposed to the demon. You closed them on his head. He spread apart again.
"Stay open for us baby," he spoke second sinful voice appearing. You tried your best too. But Jaemin's tongue so hot and heavy made it impossible. So he waved his fingers two long black vines appearing from under your bed tying around each of your ankles. You widened your eyes but didn't fight against them. They held you open for him. He stood back admiring your body so angelic, divine.
"God created you with love," he complimented. He removed his jacket allowing it to fall to the ground. Rolling up the sleeves of his black blouse and undoing the first few buttons. He fell to his knees shaking his head a bit but unsuccessful in sending in the other voice away. Eyes switch between both patience and animalism. The need to protect you and ruin you.
You watched his eyes change fighting with the demon inside him. Siting up as much as you could fascinated by the sight. Head coming between your legs looking up at you with wide pupils. He didn't want you to see him so monstrous. He kissed the side of your plush thighs. Humming at the warmth of your skin. Leaving a few bite marks. Sucking on the burning skin he bit when you whinced.
He pulled your panties off unable to control the change in his eyes. Dark orbs took control as he lunged forward engulfing your pussy like you were the forbidden fruit he carved so desperately. Long fingers grazing up your thigh. Slithering like a snake as they reached your core. Spreading your folds making it easier for him to collect all your sweet juice in his mouth. Bringing his hand to tease your hole. Swirling around in circles with his index finger. His mouth returned to your erect clit.
Your head fell back in pure ecstasy. Letting out a loud moan as he sucked so well on your clit. Grazing his teeth over the bundle of nerves causing your body to twist and turn. Back arching off the mattress. Jaemin took it upon himself to wave his finger again. Finding the teddy bear Mark once gave you placing it underneath your neck so you'd be more comfortable as he devoured you from below.
Your hand reached down to his shoulder gripping onto it. Fingers finding their way under his black silk blouse. Nails digging into his skin. Dragging them forward to his hair. He groaned into your aching pussy sending a vibration throughout your entire body. Hand trailing through his hair. Grabbing hold tugging at his locks. "Fuck," you cursed rutting your hips forward nose bumping into your clit. Jaemin continued his assault groaning as you road his face. Juice sweeping from down his chin, down his finger that he stuck inside you, and down the mattress.
"You do so well loved. Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel this way," he spoke darkly hunger in his voice. You could barely form a thought let alone speak. You could only respond with a moan. Jaemin unsatisfied slowed his movements. You whined but he shushed you. He made his way up your body. The coolness of his skin on yours. You opened your eyes feeling his exposed body on top of yours. Cock poking your inner thigh. When he gets undressed you thought.
He smirked finally when your eyes met his. Two of his fingers slowly pump into you. Your lips parted letting out small whines and protest to his slow movements. "Please," you begged. Jaemin nodded moving a hair from your face. "Soon love but just tell me it's only me," he said a simple smile on his lips but a sinful look in his eyes. You gulped the coolness of his body relaxing the heat of yours.
"Only you can make me feel this way Jaemin," you said through pants. He smiled proud of you. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. He nodded hands sensually roaming around your body. "Good girl," he said voice dropping a thousand octaves. You whined as he removed his fingers.
"It's okay love," he said aligning his dick at your entrance. Tip leaking precum down your inner thigh. Poking at your entrance and running his cock up and down your slit collecting your juice and coaxing himself in it. "I'll take care of you," he spoke watching as his cock pushed through your tight hole. You gripped onto his beefy arm. Feeling the firmness of his muscles. Eyeing his strong frame. Body carved out by a God. You drooled at the sight of him. Pushing his dick deep inside you. Plevis brushing against your clit. His body flexed as he pushed further inside you.
Your wetness flooded out of you and onto his cock making it easier for him to slip in. He began to move not giving you much time to adjust. Fucking into slow finding a rhythm. Once he heard the sound of your moans he picked up his past. Thrusting into your hard hands gripping onto your waist. You kept your hands on the strength of his arms. You moaned loudly his fist coming to either side of your head and drilling into you.
"Please Jaemin," you choked on your moan. Throat pinching as his hips met yours. He growled lost in his own pleasure. Waving his hand to rid of the vines. They slithered away under the bed. Taking his strong hands he flipped you over. Pushing your head into the mattress. Spreading your legs with his knee. Bringing his cock to your red hole. Pushing into your velvet walls fucking into you hard.
"Fuck baby it's like your pussy was made for me," he growled head falling back incomplete Heaven. His hand reaches around to your neck pulling you back. Laying your back against his chest. Hand wrapping around your neck as he pounded from behind. Your head fell back, neck exposed as you rested on his shoulder. He moved some of your hair to the side biting down on your neck. Groaning into your skin. Intoxicating your entire body with sin.
"Fuck Jaemin more," you groaned. Letting out a loud cry when his free hand made his way to your clit. He had you like this for a moment. Feeling you tighten around him he flipped you back around laying you flat. He needed to see your face when you came. You an earthy moan as he fucked into fast still drawing quick circles around your clit.
"Jaemin i'm close," you moaned. He gritted his teeth bringing his hands to your ass. Spreading you opened more and lifting you a bit just to fuck deeper. Graxing over your sweet spot inside you sending you over the edge. Creaming all over his dick. Your release oozes out of you and down his shaft. He let out a deep growl at the sight. Eyes turning completely black. Horns form out of the top of his head. Everything surrounding the two of you lifting. You squeezed tightly around him. To overstimulate to pay attention to the room.
"Fuck baby," he groaned head falling back. "You're all mine. All fucking mine," a predatory growl leaving his lips. As if by painting your insides white he was marking you as his own. So close to climax he pounded harder bringing you to your second climax. Feeling you release again sent him into a spiral. Cumming hard inside you. Hot release squirting inside and outside your pussy. Both yours and his cum mix.
His chest rose up and down. Both of you heaving. He stood like that for a moment before pulling out. He stepped towards his clothes. You sat up seeing the redness around your ankles. You rubbed them wincing a bit. You looked over at you fixing his slacks. "Apologizes love. Sometimes I can be a bit rough," he said walking to your bathroom. You nodded and he stepped inside. After a moment he returned the warm cloth in his hand. Cleaning you up.
He noticed a spot he missed. Leaning instead and licking it clean just inches away from your clit. You shuddered sending him a cautious look. You stood up as well. Walking to your closet and changing your clothes. When you returned he was fully dressed.
"Where are you going?" you asked. He sighed, "Halloween ends in five minutes. I have to go back. I have work to do," he said.
"Work?" you asked. He shook his head. "So many questions," he began as he stepped towards you. "Don't miss me. I'll always be here, watching or in your dreams," he said placing a kiss on your forehead. And if you really want to contact me you can always use the board," he finished. You sighed rolling your eyes and arms crossed over your chest.
He took a step forward unable to resist. Shutting his eyes and placing a kiss on your lips. "And baby," he trailed. "Yes?" you asked eyes locked with his. Loving gaze shifting to something much more sinister.
"If he asks you tell him the Devil made you do it," he spoke poisonous smirk on his lips. A dark chuckle left his lips. Delish smile wide on his pink lips. You blinked and he was gone. Shocked by the sudden realization that he was not a demon but the devil himself every hair on my body rose.
But you hoped God could forgive you for being even more attracted to him than you were before. Being that you were the girl who brought the devil to his knees.
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OMG, I felt such a need to make this. You don't even understand. You guys how do we feel about Devil Jaemin? I love it. This was my Halloween treat. I love Halloween so I had to do this.
Also,
would you like a part 2? I can see this having one.
Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Please share and vote also don't forget reblogging is welcomed.
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Hogwarts Dreams at Night
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It's finally here! Thank you so much for reading and being a part of this series!v I hope you enjoy the final part of Hogwarts Dreams at Night!
Here is a link to the final part: Hogwarts Dreams at Night
This was really fun to make, especially as both a Harry Potter and Nct fan and I hope you all even if you don't love Harry Potter enjoyed it just as much as I did.
Thank you for reading and please look forward to my future works. I have a lot of things cooking up.
See you soon ;)
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Part Five: Hogwarts Dreams at Night
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“Do I chose the one that I love? Or the one that loves me?”
Starring: Lee Jeno, Na Jaemin and Haung Renjun
The final part.
Thank you all for reading.
Warnings: None. Just a bit of smut.
Words:7k
Enjoy;)
When you woke up this morning you thought the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach would have left. Hoping sleep would make all your worries fade away. And they did for a moment. During that quiet peaceful time when you first wake up and the sun shines through your window. The silence in your room. The only sounds coming from the birds chirping just out your window. That was your peace.
But when the weird feeling returns that peace falls apart and instead you are met with the same unrest as yesterday. There were three boys at the train station waiting for you to choose who you’d sit next to. It shouldn’t be a big deal and it shouldn’t be that hard of a decision.
You played the entire scenario out in your mind searching for a logical way to decide and explain this entire situation.
It shouldn’t be a big deal because all three are your friends. It shouldn’t be a hard decision because you had just made up with Jeno and he was your best friend.
But it was a big deal. You wanted to sit with Jeno since you had just figured things out. But Renjun and you had gotten so close. You considered him one of your close friends. And Jaemin, you hadn’t spoken to him much of the time off but in the moments you did, they were sweet in his weird way of being lovely.
You huffed rubbing your eyes. Throwing the covers back you didn’t even bother fixing your bed. Too annoyed at the sheet that got ruined from the tossing and turning you had done the night before. This felt like an even bigger deal when you thought about the future. How eventually you had to divide your time and attention between hangouts, lunches, parties, and phone calls. It was just starting with a train ride.
You had just finished brushing your teeth when you realized the time on your phone. Almost dropping the toothbrush you rushed out of the bathroom. Trying your best to get changed and ready you ran down the stairs. Your mother is already by the door leaning against you.
“I’m late,” you rushed. She nodded, “I know,” she frowned. She opened the door looking over at your father who chuckled. She rolled her eyes and shut the door behind you. It felt like your mother couldn’t walk any slower on her way to the car. You huffed crossing your arms over your chest leg bouncing up and down.
After chewing on your fingernails for a good minute you annoyedly pulled out your wand. You sighed checking to make sure no one was around. When the coast was clear you stepped out. Your mom closed the trunk of the car when you reopened it. She went to speak but stopped when you grabbed your luggage.
“What are you don’t?” She asked seeing your wand in your hand. You handed her your luggage. She took it without hesitation. You grabbed her arm and used your other hand to wave your wand.
“Apparition,” you said. Both your bodies lift off and disappear. You both landed in front of the station. Your mother shook her head. A short gasp left her lips. “Please warn me next time,” she spoke dusting herself off. You took your luggage from her walking off. You not only wanted to hurry to the train. But get there before you run into any of the boys. You hoped to find Yeri.
Your mother followed behind you. You moved fast through the crowd of working people. Never in your life were you this much in a rush to return to school. Normally you were on time for things. Your mother chalked it up to that. Once you arrived at the platform you ran through the wall reaching platform nine and three-quarters. Your mother appeared behind you out of breath.
“What’s the rush? Already wanting to leave?” She joked hands on her knees. You smiled turning to her. Feeling your body slow for a bit you turned to hug her goodbye. She embraced you pulling you close. She squeezed you a bit. “I’ll miss you,” she said slowly.
“I’ll be back soon,” you said with a warm smile. She fixed your robe a bit before bidding you goodbye. You walk off onto the train. Thankfully finding no sight of the boys. As you walked further into the train you found yourself searching for Yeri. So hard you almost missed Renjun. There he was holding his carry searching for a seat. Thankfully he turned in the other direction disappearing further down the aisle. He, luckily, hadn’t noticed you.
He struggled a bit but eventually placed his bag away. He slid open the compartment door and then sat inside. He closed it just as you made your move. Swiftly avoiding him you found an empty compartment.
Hesitantly you sat down inside. Every footstep down the aisle sent a small jump to your heart and stomach. Somehow every male started to sound just like Jeno when he spoke or Jaemin when he laughed.
You turned your body keeping it to the window. Seeing your mother. You waved to her and she waved back. You shifted your eyes a bit seeing Yeri. Thankfully her eyes met yours. She smiled wide as she ran to the train. Saying goodbye to her parents.
You could hear the rustling in the cart. You chuckled assuming it was Yeri. The compartment door slid open exposing Yeri. You smiled wide at her standing up to greet her. She wrapped her arms around you giving you a good squeeze before letting you go. “I’ve missed you,” she said holding onto you tightly. You tapped her a bit. “Me too,” you said patting her shoulder. Your face stuck between her neck and shoulder.
She let you go sending you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry Y/n. It’s just nice to talk to you in person rather than on the phone,” she said. She stepped inside the compartment sitting across from you. She shut the door once she sat down. She didn’t even wait to get comfortable. She immediately jumped toward catching you a bit off guard.
“So who did you choose to sit next to?” She asked. She wiggled her brows a bit. You sighed you wanted to escape the drama. Yeri just couldn’t help herself.
“You,” you joked. You chuckled a bit causing her to frown. She pouted, “I’m serious. My cousin wouldn’t stop talking about you,” she said sitting back annoyed. Mainly the fact, that Jaemin wouldn’t leave her alone. “Really?” You asked a bit unsure. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Because he barely texted me during the Holiday,” you said. Yeri eyed you suspiciously.
“And that bothers you?” She asked skeptical of your sudden care in Jaemin’s interest. She leaned forward a bit placing a hand under her chin. You sucked in your teeth brushing her off. You knew talking to her would only add to the truth you were trying to avoid.
You sighed shifting a bit in your seat. “I mean kind of. It made it a huge deal to confess his feelings to me, and now I barely hear from him,” you said, a bit hurt. You sigh, turning your head to the window of your cart. You watched as Renjun passed by briefly searching for a seat. He looked into your cart eyes meeting yours. He smiled opening the door.
"Can I sit with you guys? I have been searching for somewhere to sit and all the other cabins are taken," he asked slight desperation in his tone. You looked over at Yeri. She shrugged putting her hands up leaving the choice up to you. You nodded scouting over. Renjun thankfully stepped inside sitting beside you closing the cabin door behind him. Shortly after he sat down the train began to leave the station.
Once you no longer could see the city behind you and were left with a breathtaking view of the open grassland you let yourself relax a bit.
"How was your holiday break?" Renjun asked both you and Yeri. Trying to break the silence. Yeri smiled seeing you not respond. She turned to Renjun. "It was well. I got a new car," she said with a small smile on her lips. She turned to go again slightly wanting to cheer you up from your thoughts.
"Jaemin was so jealous," she began chuckling a bit as she remembered the moment. "When my parents gifted me the car his jaw was completely on the floor," she laughed a bit. Renjun did as well picturing how in shock and how angry Jaemin probably was. "What did Jaemin get that made him so jealous?" Renjun asked laughing a bit more at Jaemin's pain.
"They got him socks," she laughed a bit harder. Bringing her hand up to cover her mouth a bit. Renjun did as well. Eyes squinting harder as he continued to laugh. "Socks? Didn't he get a dragon last year?" Renjun asked somewhat surprised by the shift in gifts. Last year Jaemin's new dragon is what almost got him expelled the third time. He decided it would be a bright idea to bring the baby dragon to school. It was fun until it flew onto the field during the Quidditch match and almost burnt everyone to a crisp.
Yeri nodded. "The school took it away. It is at a dragon sanctuary now," she said her laughter dying down. Renjun's did as well. Once it did he turned to you. Now suspicious of your sudden quietness. "Y/n is everything alright?" he asked. You blinked a bit removing your hand from your chin. Refocusing yourself from the window and at Renjun.
"I'm alright. Just tired," which wasn't a full lie. You hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Yeri sighed looking out the window of the cabin. Renjun frowned not sure how to help you. He wasn't good at helping others with their emotions. Yeri's slight frown shifted into a smile when the little old lady came down the aisle with the cart of sweets. She tapped on your knee rapidly catching both your attention and Renjun's.
She opened the door causing the old lady to stop. "Shall we get one of everything?" she asked the both of you. Renjun looked over at you with a warm smile. "Why not?" he suggested to you trying his best to lighten you up. You exhausted out a smile stretching a bit. "Renjun you do not like sweets," you teased. He brushed you off. "That is my mother. She does not allow me to enjoy sweets but she is not here right now is she?" he sent you a sly smirk causing you to chuckle a bit. You turned your head to Yeir nodding a yawn leaving your lips.
She excitedly turned back to the lady. She and Renjun picked out the sweets while you watched a small smile on your lips. Yeri turned gesturing for you to come closer. You complied adjusting yourself to sit closer to get a better view of the cart.
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"Why did we eat so much?" you asked holding your stomach. The three of you slouched on the seats. "Thank God I wore my sweats," Yeri said slapping the band of her pants. Renjun chuckled a burping leaving his lips from the fizzy drink he had. You all busted out laughing from how loud he was. The students in the cabin beside you woke up from their nap from how loud he was.
As you continued to joke around. Trying to throw Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans into Yeri's mouth and watching as a ketchup-flavored jellybean landed in her mouth. You and Renjun both laughed not paying attention to the door opening beside him. Yeri shrugged, "It's not bad," she said nonchalantly as she continued to chew. "It's quite good," she said swallowing the bean.
"Let me see," the familiar voice spoke reaching into the box and placing a mysterious bean into his mouth. He chewed it humming at the taste, closing his eyes. "Cherry," he said calmly. He opened his eyes swallowing the bean.
"Can I come in?" Jaemin asked sly smirk on his lips. He could see Renjun's sneer through the corner of his eye. Yeri was stunned staring at Jaemin then you to witness your reaction. You tried to mask your shock but failed too. You swallowed before nodding. "Sure," you said it came out a bit rushed. Jaemin nodded as he stepped inside the cabin sitting beside his cousin.
Yeri scouted over from Jaemin so he took advantage of the extra space between them sitting and relaxing more on the leather seat. It was quiet for a moment. He sat with his back leaned against the seat. Legs spread apart. The back of his hand rested under his chin. His long fingers grazed over his lips.
The awkward tension shared between everyone by Jaemin's sudden presence was thick. For some reason, it felt weird to be so close to Jaemin. He was the one person you had wanted to hear from all break whether you wanted to admit it or not. But seeing him now in person made you feel anxious. You just didn't like the guilt surrounding you, especially surrounding yourself with Jeno. Who had waited for you at the station to ride with you?
Jaemin ignored the tension glancing around at you all. Yeri huffed rolling her eyes at her cousin. "Why are you here?" she asked. She knew her cousin too well by this point and so did you. You both knew he was sitting here just to tease you. Jaemin always enjoyed the chase, but not as much as he craved the rush he received knowing that his attempts on you were working.
"I'm just enjoying the ride with my friends," he said the word friends hissing off his tongue. He ended his sentence by meeting your eyes. He jerked his head. "You want me here right?" he asked you. He knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you say it. But you held yourself together.
You adjusted yourself sitting up straighter. You crossed one of your legs over the other. Fixing the end of your robe acting as if you could care less if he stayed or left. Even though deep down you wanted Jaemin to sit with you in the cabin.
Hogwarts hadn't changed when you stepped off the train and onto a boat. The only difference was the change in season. The cool autumn breeze had shifted into a cool winter chill. The ending of the Holidays and the beginning of the New Year. In which you had given up on becoming a 'new year new me'. With the situation constantly lingering around you there was no hope for change.
You made your way to your dorms Renjun right beside you. The two of you sharing stories from your holiday breaks.
"Wait so your cousin really did that?" you asked laughing in anticipation of Renjun's story. He nodded chuckling his face turning bright red. "He all came right out of his nose," he laughed. You laughed harder just picturing the idea of Renjun's cousin shooting eggnog out of his nose.
Your shared laughter died down once you reached the dorms. You both wiped a few tears from your eyes unable to stop your giggling once you stepped in front of the door. You both tried to shush each other but it was an utter failure. The same image played in your head. Once you both took a breath and let out. A few more gigglings you opened the door.
There were a few older students sitting in the common room. You and Renjun made your way through. Renjun even offered to hold your bag. You went to hand it to him. Renjun reached out until the bag was picked up by someone else.
You looked over seeing Jeno slipped his arm through the strap of your duffle. "No worries. I can take it," he said with a smile his eyes curling up as well. You decided again like earlier you wouldn't put your mind to the small things these men did for you. You would just focus on finishing the year.
So you nodded at Jeno. "Okay," you said leading the way. He looked over at Renjun giving him a slight shrug. Renjun sent him a rather forced smile back. Jeno having no clue continued to follow behind you. Renjun huffed ignoring the few stares he received from Jeno's friends.
Jeno dropped off your bag. Renjun decided he find you later. He dusted off his hands. Scratching the back of his head as he watched you unpack. You looked over at him. "Is everything alright?" you asked. He nodded clearing his throat. "Everything is fine," he spoke softly words lingering with the want of saying more.
"Is there anything you need then?" you asked closing one of your draws. Jeno shook his head. 'No," he released with a sigh. He inhaled then let his shoulders fall. "It's just," he began words dying a bit as he formed his thoughts into words. "How come you didn't ride with me?" he asked. When you didn't answer his brain began to scramble in panic. "Not that you have to," he cleared.
"I just thought, you know, because you said we could. I thought that meant we were friends again," he said. You sighed placing a few of your stacked shirts on your bed. You didn't know how much he needed that confirmation. "We are," you spoke hands resting on the folded clothes. "But if i'm being honest," you began. "It was just easier to sit without you," you said truthfully.
Jeno's eyes widened a bit. Thoughts raced through his mind. The worst kinds, did he make you uncomfortable? We're you still upset with him? You read the panic on his face. You looked up from the clothes picking them up and placing them away. Your back now turned to him.
"Jeno," you spoke but that was the end of your sentence before Jeno marched his way to you grabbing hold of your sides and pulling you into a kiss. It took you a moment before you kissed him back. He pulled you closer to his frame gripping your waist. Your hands reached up fingers grazing through his hair. He swiped his tongue at the bottom of your lip desperate for permission. You fought with him before he won over. Your hand left his hair roaming over his firm chest before he pulled away.
He held you close hands tightly holding onto your waist. Forehead's touching, the tip of his nose faintly touching yours. Both your chests rising and falling. His lips were red and puffy, and his bottom lip lowered. "Is that why?" he asked.
"Why what?" you asked through breaths.
He stared deep into your eyes. Glazed lips hovering over yours.
"We can't be friends?" he asked. You felt your breath hitch. Jeno's eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. He leaned closer this time slower checking with his eyes if it was okay for him to kiss you. When he felt the grip of your hand on his shirt tighten pulling him in he knew his answer.
Just as you were about to kiss again a few girls came in giggling with one another. You quickly let go of Jeno. He stood there proud smirk on his lips. Watching as you tried to make sense of what just happened. You looked away from him finishing the unpacking you were doing. "I have to meet Renjun and Yeri for dinner," you said barely sparing him a glance. The girls who walked in swayed over Jeno as you rushed away.
Jeno watched as you left a warm feeling of hope forming in his chest. All he needed to do was take your attention away from Jaemin and you were all his. Because even Jeno knew he could never be your friend again. Not after he confessed to you and definitely not after he knows what you sound like when he kisses you.
You had reached the dining hall alongside Yeri. Finding her in the crowd of students. Renjun was already waiting at the table with a few of his new friends. You greeted them sitting with the rest of the group. While laughing you looked over to the table to the fat left meeting Jaemin.
He wasn't staring at you. Instead, he was giving his attention to a few of his Slytherin friends. Eating together and laughing just like you and your friends. However, feeling a pair of eyes he searched to his right then left soon looking in the direction of yours. Catching you he smirked licking his lips and eyes swirling with mischief. You could feel the heat in your face rise.
Renjun glanced over at you seeing you shift beside him. He followed your line of sight leaning over a bit and seeing Jaemin. He sneered at the sight of him. Why him? He thought staring a bit too long at the two of you flirting with your eyes. He knew deep down this was a fight he would lose. Trying to win you over when both Jaemin and Jeno are at heads for your heart.
What was he in that fight? What was he to you?
He made a mental note to ask you later.
Jaemin sent you another glance as he stood up leaving the dining hall. You turned your friends. "I'll be right back," you said standing up from the bench. Renjun touched your arm. You turned to him one leg out the bench and another still in. "Yes?" you asked him. He didn't want to let you go. He knew if he let you go that was it. You'd run off to meet Jaemin and for the rest of the year, he'd forced to see you with him.
But he knew this was it. There was nothing he could do. So he held on for a second longer and then he let go. "Nothing," he said quietly turning away. Yeri watched a small frown on her lips as his head fell. You gently pulled your arm away. "Oh okay," you said. Renjun sent you a small smile as you waved your friends off and left.
"I thought you weren't going to come," Jaemin said leaning on the castle wall. The Moon shining and the night sky coaxing the Earth. Only candlelight and flames illuminated the areas they were placed in. You walked through the grass to him hiding the smile on your lips. He pushed his back off once you approached him.
"Glad to know i'm not predictable," you joked. Jaemin scoffed out a laugh. You stood in front of him. Hands together a feeling of curiosity and waiting for something to happen. Jaemin nodded keeping his eyes focused on you while you stared at every piece of grass on the ground. Jaemin took a step closer.
"Darling, did you get my letter?" he asked. He gently touched the side of your face. You relaxed in his touch allowing him to lift your head. Looking into his dark eyes. The teasing aura he released could not be masked by the look of want in his eyes. You nodded, and he smiled, hand falling both to his side. He couldn't hold back the bright smile on his lips. He looked up to the moon letting out a breath. You could see the faint gush of airflow. You shivered a bit. His hands come to your side.
Jaemin wrote you a letter when you left for the Holidays. You didn't see it until you came back. He left it under your pillow and you didn't see it until you changed the sheets. He however assumed you had gotten the letter and would have called him. So he kept his distance since you didn't respond, giving you time to think. But seeing you today made him realize he couldn't wait any longer.
"So?" he asked. "I want to be honest," you said. He waited for you to continue. You let out a breath. "I didn't get your letter until this afternoon when I went back to my room and changed my sheets," you said honestly. Jaemin nodded smile not fading but falling a bit.
"So I thought you didn't want to talk to me the entire break. Which I assumed was because you were busy," you said a bit quicker than you were speaking before. "Okay," he said understanding but wanting to skip to the part where you kissed him and confessed to him. If that is how it worked Jaemin wasn't too sure. He had never really done anything like this before. If anything he was more nervous than excited.,
"So during the Holiday break I worked some things out with Jeno and," you said sentence dying. You weren't too sure how Jaemin was going to take this.
"And?" he asked stomach swirling in anticipation of the worst.
"We kissed," you confessed. That was it. You watched waiting for some sort of reaction from Jaemin. You were expecting him to be not angry but upset. After the time you spent together, you kissed another man. You were waiting for him to walk away. Ignore you and let you go.
But he didn't. He just shrugged stepping closer to you. "Did you get it all out?" he asked. Stunned and not sure where this was going you took a small step back. "Get it out?" you asked. He nodded lips inching from yours now. "Tell him how you felt. Kiss and makeup?" he asked. You nodded cold air leaving your lips. The cool air is opposite from the heat on your back.
"But did it feel right? Did it feel like me?" he asked. You control the shake of your head. "Didn't think so," he said closing the gap between the two of you. You kissed back but felt more guilt in your chest so you pushed him off a bit.
"What?" he asked.
"I also slept with Renjun at the beginning of the year," you confessed now expecting the response you thought you'd get earlier. He huffed raising a brow. "Huh," he released looking away. Then he turned back to you. "I'm a bit confessed as to why but that was before us right?" he asked. You nodded arms still holding onto his arms that rested around you.
"Then it doesn't matter darling," he said leaning down to kiss you again.
Jaemin walked you to your dorm. Kissing you again before he bid you goodnight. He saw no threat in Jeno. He knew his place with you and was satisfied as long as you wanted him a part of your life. And no matter what or who you chose he knew he put up the best fight because he didn't fight at all. You were something worth fighting for against the odds, not against a man he knew could never love you in the way you desired.
But for you, it made things harder. You had to decide. Jeno or Jaemin?
You need some time to think about this. You made your way to your dorm to rest when you were stopped by Renjun. He stepped in front of your path. "Y/n," he said called. You stopped in your tracks. "Renjun?" you asked seeing his chest rise and fall. "Are you okay?" he looked as if he had run around the school ten times.
"I need to ask you something," he said through gasps. "Renjun you need to rest. Why are you so out of breath?" you touched his shoulder trying to guide him to the couch. He brushed you off shaking his head. "No Y/n. I need to ask you this," he said. "Renjun what is the matter with you?" you asked. "Are you well?" you asked him going to touch his forehead.
"I'm fine," he said grabbing hold of your hands. "I just need to know why," he desperately released. "Why what?" you asked.
"Why did you sleep with me?" he asked. You sighed turning away. He rushed to you. "It's okay if it wasn't out of love but you became my friend after. What does that mean?" he asked. You sighed, it was only fair you talked to him about it. The conversation was inevitable.
"It was because I was interested in you. Truthfully I didn't know it meant that much to you. I should have understood that," you confessed. Renjun nodded letting go of your hands and placing them gently on your lap. He sucked in a breath. "Okay. That's all I needed to know," he said standing up to leave. "Wait!" you called to him. He stopped with his back to you.
He waved his hand. "Don't worry Y/n. I honestly believe we are better off as friends," he said as he walked away. You watched him walk off feeling, in the only way to describe it, like an asshole. So you sucked in your pride and followed after him.
"Renjun wait," you called. He paused on his travels up the steps. He turned to you eyes a bit red. "Yes?" he asked. You felt the lump form in your throat. Seeing the sadness in his eyes made you feel worse. You swallowed that lump. Letting your hands fall from each other.
"i'm sorry," your head fell. A small frown formed on Renjun's lips. He hesitated for a moment. He was hurt but he wasn't angry, and he truly did enjoy being your friend. He stepped down the few stairs he was on and made his way to you. He lifted your chin shaking his head softly.
"I forgive you Y/n. I'm sorry as well. I should have been honest with you as well. I had feelings for you for a while and assumed you had as well. You are allowed to be with whoever you want and if that is not me then I can live with that. I'm very satisfied being your friend," he said swinging an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back as well. Smiling as your head laid on his shoulder.
"Want to rearrange the stars?" you asked lifting your wand and swaying it around. Renjun chuckled arm sliding off you. He nodded allowing you to lead the way to the window.
Over the last couple of days, you have spent your time with Yeri and Renjun. But when you weren't with them you would be found with Jaemin doing things a Hogwarts Student probably shouldn't be doing. Like now, you currently found yourself in the empty library while everyone else was at a Quidditch match. While you were up against a bookshelf while Jaemin was on his knees in between your thighs.
Kissing his way up your soft skin. Gripping onto the plush of your thighs and pushing your caves apart with his free hand. Licking his lips and flicking his eyes from yours to your pussy. Not even worried you were so exposed in a place where anyone could walk in. He watched, lustful eyes staring up at you as he swiped his tongue on your slit. Feeling his cock harden when you shuddered in his grasp.
He opened his mouth engulfing your clit with his tongue closing his lips and sucking on the bundle of nerves. He shifted between both sucking and licking creating a matter he knew you enjoyed with his tongue being that this was the fifth time he was on his knees for you.
He continued his assault on your core using his fingers to spread your folds. Coaxing his finger with your juice he glided down the line of your pussy and straight to your hole. Teasingly drawing circles around it before he slipped it inside. He smiled against your core hearing your choked moans.
"Keep quiet darling," he said leaning up and hovering over your lips. His lips glisten with your juice. He gently touched your chin with his clean hand keeping the other slowly, but rhythmically pumping inside of you. He turned your chin to an empty space between a few books in the direction of some unaware students. You gasped out of both shock and arousal feeling Jaemin push deeper in you.
He placed a peck on your lips before diving back down. Not too long after you released it in his mouth.
He helped you get dressed, and you eyed his clearly tight pants. "When are you gonna let me help you?" you asked. He waved his hand. "Don't worry about me darling," he said sending you a warm smile. You pouted reaching out to him. "But you never let me," you exhaled frustrated.
"I know. I don't need you too," he said. You took some offense to that feeling a slight pinch in your chest. He saw the look on your face. He chuckled shaking his head. "Trust me darling I want you too. But I told you when you're ready to give yourself to me then we can go as far as you want, but until then," he said placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Then another below the shallow of your ear.
"I just want to pleasure you," he said. "Now come on. We have a match to attend," he said extending his hand to you. You took it jumping off the shelf and following him out of the library. Not being able to control the heat rising again on your cheeks.
At the match, Jaemin kissed your temple as he walked off to meet his friends. You waved him off as you walked over to Renjun and Yeri. Yeri pretended to gag and Renjun chuckled. You rolled your eyes sitting with them.
"What have I missed?" you asked. Yeri scoffed crossing one leg over the other. Renjun leaned over from her side. "Not much," he said shaking his head. "The game was delayed because one of the players hurt his hand," he said. You nodded thanking him.
"So what were you doing that you had to arrive late?" Yeri asked suspiciously. You eyed her turning to her. "Why do you need to know?" you asked pursing your lips. She pretended to scoff offended placing a hand on her chin. "Just curious," she said turning away. Lifting up her nose. She side-eyed, arms crossing over her chest.
"You're staring," you called out. She huffed rolling her eyes. "I know you were with my cousin," she said attitude filled. You shrugged, "So?" Renjun eyed the two of you unable to tell if you were being serious or not.
Yeri exhaled sharply. "Are you two okay?" he asked. You nodded, "I'm well. Yeri?" you asked. She rolled her eyes but then let her chest fall. Soon her arms followed. "Yes. I just wish you told me!" she said. "I wouldn't care if it was someone else but Jaemin? Girl you have to tell me," she said. You sighed exhaling a small laugh. She whined, "I'm serious," you put up your hands. "Okay, okay," you said.
"Now, tell me everything!" she said. You shook your head.
"Not here," you said eyeing the people. Renjun raised a brow confused. But Yeri formed an o with her lips nodding her head.
After the game, Jeno searched through the crowd to find you. Once he did he couldn't hold back his excitement pulling you into a bear hug. Wrapped his arms around catching you completely off guard. You pushed him off feeling overwhelmed by his sudden affection. He watched inhaling and exhaling still trying to catch his breath from the match.
He still asked if you were alright. "I'm fine," you responded. He nodded smile forming on his lips. Feeling his adrenaline high he pulled you in again this time placing a kiss on your lips. You pulled away first and everyone continued to cheer. But your panicked eyes searched finding Jaemin's. He was visibly hurt and you watched as he walked off. You fully pushed Jeno away going after Jaemin.
Jeno was too occupied bathing in his victory to notice.
"Jaemin!" you called through the crowd but he continued his march. "Jaemin!" you called again following him out of the crowd and onto the path back to the school. "Jaemin wait!" he ignored your calls. You stopped for a moment. "Jaemin!" you shouted louder. He stopped turning to you.
"What?" he asked tone harsh. He had never spoken to you that way before. "It is not what it looks like," you began. He scoffed, "Oh really so what is it?" he asked. "I thought you told me you were over him," he stated. "I am," you exasperated through a short breath.
"So why doesn't he know that?" he asked wanting you to prove him wrong. To fight or something for him.
"Know what?" you heard his voice from behind you. You turned seeing Jeno walking closer to wear you and Jaemin stood. A small raindrop falls on your cheek. You sighed looking up at the sky annoyed with the timing over everything. Jaemin waiting in anticipation to hear your response. Jeno stood there still completely confused.
"Jeno I need to tell you something," you began. Jeno looked from Jaemin to you. You shook your head. This was not the way you wanted this to go. You wanted to speak with Jeno privately without an audience. Especially, after he planted one on you in front of everyone.
The rain began to pour as you stalled. Jaemin scoffed turning to walk away. "Unbelievable," he said. Jeno confused walked closer. "What is going on?" he asked eyes squinting at Jaemin and you. "What do I need to know?" he asked the two of you. Jaemin walked closer tongue poking the inside of his mouth.
"If she won't tell you I will," he said marching over, past you. "Jaemin," you called sternly. He looked over at you, hurt in his eyes but his anger wore like a mask. "What?" he asked. "Don't," you said lips forming a tight line. The rain began to pour harder. You could hear a few professors in the distance ushering the students inside.
"Jeno," you pushed past Jaemin. "I didn't want to do things like this," you said eyeing Jaemin. He didn't even budge. You huffed pinching at the ends of your robe. "Jeno," you called. His strong gaze was already on you. "Nothing," you said as you stormed off. You sent Jaemin a glare as you pushed past him again as you walked off.
The next couple of days were spent ignoring Jaemin. One of the nights you spent alone in the common room your studying had been interrupted by Jeno. He sat beside you in his pajamas. The fireplace lights up the space around you.
"Y/n it's late," he said sitting beside you. "You're still studying?" he asked looking down at your book. You nodded only paying half attention to him. "It helps me focus," you said flipping the page. You chewed on your lip as your eyes scanned the textbook. You tried your best to focus but Jeno sitting so close to you, freshly showered, made things difficult. You could tell by the few strains of his wet black hair that stuck to his forehead.
He chuckled eyes forming a smile. "Nothing has changed," he said sitting back. He sat there the rest of the time watching you study.
After two more hours, you finally shut the page with a yawn. He lifted up from the couch opening his eyes. You looked over at him with a smile. "You fell asleep," you said. He shook his head. "No," he slowly blinked. "Just was resting my eyes," you both laugh softly.
"Y/n," he called gently. "Yes," you responded. "Are we okay?" he asked. You looked over at him lost. "Why would think we were not?" you asked. He sighed shifting his weight to face you. "I just," the words fell from his lips a small frown forming. "Ever since the day with Jaemin we haven't spoken much and what he said has been lingering in my mind. I didn't want to pressure you into saying anything but I saw you here and figured I asked," he confessed.
You sighed placing your books to the side. You turned to face Jeno better. "Jeno I love you. I love you so much but I've waited for this for so long. For you to notice me. Pay attention to me. To love me the way I loved you, but truthfully I've realized that I've moved on from that longing. I love supporting you and being by your side," you said with a warm smile placing your hands over his.
"But that is as far as my love goes for you," you said trying your best to let him down easy. Jeno wouldn't deny his hurt. But if there was anything he learned from last time he wouldn't get angry and walk away. So instead he swallowed his pain and nodded understanding.
"I won't lie it hurts to hear that you don't see me that way. But I'm grateful to know that you still enjoy my company," he said with a sad smile. He stood up from the couch letting his hands slip from yours. "You are a good person Y/n and a great friend," he said accepting defeat. "I'm sure you will make anyone that you invite into your life happy," he said.
"Make sure they understand how much of an honor it is to have you in their life," he said leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead then he walked away.
This time you didn't feel sad. You only felt warmth. It was time to let the fantasy of Jeno go and accept the fact that you were in love with Jaemin even if you were upset with him.
Jaemin had seen Jeno in the courtyard about a month later since you two had fought. His arm hung around a Hufflepuff girl. The two enhancing flirty glances and giggles. He walked past the couple a small smile on his lips. Walking further into the school he found you sitting on the steps. Hair wrapped up and pencil between your teeth. He made his way to you without you noticing.
"Y/n," he said. You sent him a "hm," as a response to being involved with your story to look up. He usually found you hear reading or studying. He'd always come to bother you. Disturb your peace. This was the first time he was here to apologize.
"Darling," he called softy foot gently tapping against yours. You couldn't deny the nickname caused a small shift in your mood. You knew what he was here. You just didn't want to give in too easily. He huffed rolling his eyes knowing you purposefully ignoring him. He sat beside you placing his bag between his feet.
"Why do you ignore me?" he asked nudging your shoulder. You tried to bite back your smile. He smiled teasingly knowing if there was something he truly could at was annoying you. He watched you try to hide your smile and it only made him want to try and grab your attention more.
"Darling," he sang leaning his head down. He sighed resting back. "Fine. Then I shall just wait here for you to speak," he said. And he truly did. He waited a total of ten minutes before you were finished with your book. "Oh Jaemin I did not realize you were there," you acted as if you were surprised. Jaemin scoffed causing you to chuckle. You quiet your laughter though.
"I'm still upset with you," you said crossing your arms over your chest book dangling in your hands. Jaemin leaned over trying to get your eyes to look at him. "I understand, and i'm sorry," he said. You looked over at him soft expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," he said again sincerely reaching his finger out to touch your hand. You let him allowing him to bring you closer to him. "Darling," he spoke. "Yes?" you asked. "May I take you out this weekend?" he asked. You let out a small chuckle. "You are finally asking me?" he blushed a bit turning his cheek away. You were awed at his flushed face.
"Is that a yes?" he asked. You nodded, "Yes," you said. He reached down placing a kiss on your lips.
There the two of you were laying in each other's arms. Wrapped in a blanket and staring at the moon. You had fallen asleep in Jaemin's arms exposed body covered with both the comfort and heat of his. He smiled fingers grazing against your skin and placing a kiss on the side of your head.
Soon after a few beats your heart he fell asleep as well dreaming of you.
Hogwarts truly does dream a night. Which happened to have been the title of the book you had written and placed on Renjun's pillow with a small note thanking him all those years ago for the 1,000 Magical Herbs and Fungi he had given you. Giving him a gift and finally discovering what you wanted to do after your time at Hogwarts. You wanted to become a writer and you had given your best friend the first draft of your piece.
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OMG, I finally finished. I am so sorry for the long wait but if I'm truly being honest I was just lacking in creativity. I kept crashing and burning when I first started writing the final part. So I put it off for a while. But now I was finally able to get back up on my feet and complete it. Thank you all for reading my series Hogwarts Dreams at Night. I hope you enjoyed this series just as much as I did and please look forward to my future work!
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Chef's Kiss
New Imagine written starring Xiaojun!!
You should check it out: Here is the link: Chef's Kiss
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Chef’s Kiss
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Starring: Xiaojun
Warnings: Suggestive, and a bit smutty. The reader is female.
For my Xiaojun girlies.
This was also a draft I was holding onto.
Words: 500
Enjoy;)
Xiaojun loved to cook. His whole life was spent tasting different meals and recreating them in his kitchen. As he grew older he was top of his class in culinary school. Cooking the finest meals and eventually landed a job at one of the top restaurants in Seoul as head chef.
He spent hours on dedication to his craft. He had cooked, fried, and boiled any dish you could imagine. He was the best. Xiaojun was known for his perfect taste buds and his exquisite scent to spot delicacy dishes. One of those delicacy dishes is you.
The restaurant doors were locked and shut down for the rest of the night. The only lights that remained on were the main area of the restaurant where you sat. Everyone went home and like normal Xiaojun stood behind to perfect the newest plate they’d add to the dessert menu, Soufflé.
However, you had showed up after being invited to try his soufflé. It tasted as good as it smelled. Everything about the soufflé was perfect. The texture, the taste, and even the presentation were always spot on. You weren’t supposed to, Xiaojun had an eye for ideal presentation. Especially when it came to food. Xiaojun brought the spoon up to your lips for you to try. You hummed savoring the chocolate flavor. It was truly delicious.
Not too long after he had you spread on the table legs wide while he buried his face between your thighs sucking on your clit and swallowing your juices. Tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves tasting every bit of you. You were his favorite flavor. His tongue worked fast fingers thrusting into from below. He hummed against your pussy his nose rubbing against your clit. Taking in the sweet scent of your core.
You moaned loudly head falling back. Elbows propped and holding you up on the table. “Fuck,” you cursed looking down and seeing Xiaojun move his fingers from inside you to his mouth. Tongue replacing his fingers after he sucked them clean. He closed his eyes enjoying your taste.
He pulled back licking his lips. Some of your juices drizzled down his chin. He licked it humming at the taste. Eyed hung looking into your smirk on his lips. He leaned closer to you inches from your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. Eyes twinkling as they looked into his. You jerked your neck. “Tell me how I taste,” you asked. He looked down at your thighs and then back at you. Little black hairs fell to his forehead.
“Sweet,” he said placing a gentle peck on your lips. “Savory,” he said placing another on your lips. You giggled. His hands fell to your waist pulling you closer. He stood directly between your legs. You could feel his hardened dick through his pants.
“My favorite meal,” he said a small smirk on his lips. He pulled you close engulfing his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. Ready to completely devour you.
The End ;)
Hope you enjoyed it! Xiaojun is my WayV bias so it was about time I wrote something for him.
See you soon;)
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Only I Can See This
New imagine posted with Jaemin! You should check it out!
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Only I Can See This
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Starring: Na Jaemin
Warnings: Suggestive, and a bit of fluff.
Words: 1k
Enjoy ;)
You had found his camera lying on the nightstand of your shared bedroom. You picked it up making your way to your bed. You climbed onto the sheets turning the camera on. Laying on your stomach and legs swaying side to side as you flipped through the gallery.
Smiling at the pictures you pass by. Chuckling a few of his friends acting silly. Stealing his camera and taking photos of their faces in all different kinds of weird angles. You continued to flip through the pictures unknowingly aware of Jaemin who walked inside the room.
He smiled upon seeing you with his camera. He loved how much you enjoyed his work. His sleeves rolled up into his forearms having just left his office. He had finished editing a few photos for his gallery.
He walked further into the room. Climbing onto the bed beside you. You glanced over at him. Moving closer so you could both see the pictures on his camera. He lay on his side. Looking over your shoulder. Warm hands running softly up and down your side. You relaxed into his touch the sway of your legs calming. Then they stilled when you came across a picture of you.
Your lip met your teeth. Jaemin stared deeply at the photo. This one hadn’t made it to the gallery. It never will.
You continued to stare at it. It was you looking up at him, so needy. Your mascara is smudged by your eyes and your skin glowing from sweat. Your eyes wide looking up at Jaemin in the photo. You felt your body heat it. Goose bumps rose on your skin as Jaemin squeezed your waist.
“Jaemin,” you hummed turning your neck to him. He was already staring at you. Lip caught between his teeth and eyes heavy. He pulled you a bit closer to his frame. The picture brings back the memory of you on that night not too long ago.
He could feel the growing bulge in his brown slacks. The fabric tightened around him. His hips are already placed by your side pushing himself in the outer skin of your thigh. Jaemin never got this needy with you. You liked seeing him this way. Teasing smile on your lips as you flipped through more pictures of yourself. Pictures like the first one where you were looking up at him. Spit and cum on your lips and chin. A hot mess in every photo.
Some of you lying on your bed. On your back lips parted. There were even a few of your back. Arching and his strong hand gripping on your waist. Jaemin felt himself getting closer and closer to losing his control of you. Seeing those pictures only made him want to take more. He had all of these photos on his computer. In a folder hidden away where no one could find it but him and you if you ever got curious like now. A part of him wanted you to find them.
As you flipped through Jaemin sighed in relief when you finally found the video. You clicked it eyes widening as you watched it. It was you lying down legs spread open. Jaemin slotted between your exposed thighs cock fucking into you hard. You could hear your moans and his low grunts as he fucked your pussy. You felt your thighs squeeze together.
Jaemin smirked releasing his grip on you. He turned you over taking the camera. He could see the gloss in your eyes. He placed the camera to the side. He was leaning down to put his lips on yours. You kissed him back needy hands pulling him closer to you. Grabbing onto his dark hair you wrapped your legs around him hips flexing up to feel him. Jaemin lowered himself onto you resting between your legs. Cock placed just above your clothed pussy.
Flexing his hips softly against you. You moaned at the contact. Feeling how hard he was against your sensitive skin. He pulled back from your lips. Removing his white shirt. You did the same throwing it somewhere. He kissed your lips smile on his as he kissed down your neck. Unclasping your bra and engulfing one of your nipples between his lips. His other hand moves towards your blue shorts. Undoing the knot you tied and tugging them down.
When he released your nipple salvia drizzled down his at the sight of you. An image he will never get used to you. He picked up his camera. Brows furrowed and lips apart as he sat up. Turning the device on. He looked down at you. Asking if it was okay. You looked up at him nodding. He brought the camera to his eye. Snapping a few photos before it was too much. Naturally beautiful. Laid out on your shared bed. He found himself thanking God for sending you his way.
“Fuck baby,” he groaned length squeezing in his slacks. “Open a bit for me,” he said with a sly smirk. You did spreading your legs open just a little to tease him. He let out a shudder at your playfulness. He eyed in on your pussy licking his lips. After this, he was so going down on you.
“That’s right doing so good for Nana,” he hushed taking a few more photos of you. He always made you feel so beautiful. Every time he took out his camera to take your photo it always felt like you were looking at yourself through his eyes. And in every photo, even the ones where your legs are spread for him desperate look in your eyes. You felt beautiful.
“Do you mind if I record?” He asked through a few breaths. You shook your head. “I don’t mind baby,” you said sitting up. Taking the camera from his hands. Confused you pushed him back on the bed. But he let you. Curious to see where this was going. You picked up the camera. “Undo your pants,” you demanded softly. He quickly did wasting no time to remove them. Once he did you smiled. Crawling to him and wrapping a leg around his waist. Sitting right on top of his hot dick.
You picked up the camera eyeing in on your hot boyfriend. You snapped a few and continued to. Feeling the pool in your panties seam down your thighs. You knew Jaemin could feel it too by the way his cock twitched on his exposed skin. Jaemin shifted a bit letting out a small whine. A part of him was getting impatient. He so desperately needed you. It didn’t matter how. You pussy in his mouth or dick inside you. You smirked enjoying seeing him squirm underneath you.
You leaned down placing a hand on his face. You placed a peck on his lips staring deep into his needy eyes.
“It’s okay baby just a few more,” you said rocking your pussy over his dick. He let his head fall back eyes shutting and lips parting. “Fuck princess Nana needs you,” he moaned. You took a picture of the sight in front of you. His hair was already stuck to his forehead, lips parted and his large chest red followed by his cheeks.
And only you get to see this.
The End:)
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Hope you enjoyed it! I wanted to write something short and sweet for ya'll. See you soon!
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Espresso
Just posted a new fic loosely inspired by the song Espresson by Sabrina Carpenter. It's starring a Jaehyun in Italy. I couldn't help it the Prada show made me delulu.
Here is the link: Espresso
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Espresso
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"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so,"
Starring: Starring Jaehyun
GUYS I have been obsessed with this song. Sabrina got me obsessed just like the rest of the world. So of course I wrote a short fic loosely inspired by the song and music video.
Warnings: Smut. Jaehyun is an ass guy. Cursing. Y/n bites Jaehyun's lip and neck. Jaehyun is down bad for Y/n. Y/n is more of a dom but Jaehyun isn't shy.
Words: 5k
MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!!!
Enjoy;)
Breaks up were hard. But not when you’re on a beach in Italy with your friends. The fresh ocean breeze hit your cheeks as you walked along the beach searching for a spot to relax. The waves crashed in the distance. You could see from where you were standing the clear waters. Wrapped in a bathing suit cover-up and towel in hand you had found the perfect place to sit. You dug a small hole for your butt to fit comfortably for when you laid down.
You through the blanket laying it flat on the hot sand. Your friend came to your side. Eyes shielded with sunglasses, the same as yours. She placed the smaller cooler at the end of the blanket holding it down. Another one of your girlfriends appeared placing down two chairs and setting them up. Once she got comfortable beside you that’s when the rest of your friends showed up.
The remaining three guy friends walk towards you guys holding onto more chairs, an even bigger cooler, a speaker, and an umbrella. Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all come to where you lay.
You picked up your sunglasses a bit to get a better look at the boys. Especially the one in the middle. Jung Jaehyun dressed in black swimming trunks and a white tank top. Hair pushed back and eyes framed with black sunglasses. The girls knew you were interested in him. The way you always perked up when he was around. Listening to his stories and laughing at his terrible jokes. You wanted him. But not in a romantic way. If it came to that, that was fine. But you craved him in such a bad way that felt so good.
And you were going to get him.
Jaehyun walked over to where you sat in the beach chair. He smiled at you just after letting Doyoung struggle to set up the beach umbrella. It shadowed over you. You took off your black shades placing them in your beach bag that Jaehyun so kindly carried for you.
“Jae,” you called. He turned to you. “Yea?” He asked. You were about to speak but the other boys started to shout.
“Let’s go!!!!” Jungwoo shouted as he ran to the water. Seulgi placed the speaker at the end of the blanket to keep it from flying. She watched Jungwoo run off. She smiled laughing as he flopped into the water. She briefly turned back to her phone pressing play on a playlist. Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. She looked over at you and Jaehyun.
"You guys coming?" she asked. You nodded, "In a minute," she nodded Wendy ran up to her side. Linking their arms together and turning away. The two girls that lay on the blanket stood up. They laughed following behind Jungwoo. Doyoung who was just finishing up putting sunscreen over every inch of his body placed the sunscreen down. He ran behind Jungwoo a huge excited smile on his lips.
The two of you watched them run off. You weren’t ready just yet to head to the water. Still taking in the sun and the beautiful man who sat beside you. You leaned back. Jaehyun followed after watching his friends jump into the cool water.
“Y/n,” he called. “Yea?” You asked eyes still focused on the water. He leaned up a bit. “Can I get something to drink?” He asked. You nodded touching his hand a bit. “A Coke for now is fine,” you said. He nodded leaning over to the cooler. He opened it taking out the can. He opened the can for you placing it in your cup holder.
“Jaehyun do you mind doing me a favor?” You asked. He nodded brows raised a bit in interest. You smiled pulling out the sunscreen from your bag. “Can you put this on me? I can’t reach my back,” you said slightly pouting your lips. He nodded taking the cream from your hands. He popped open the cap.
You sat forward standing up to remove the cover-up. You smirked as you undid the tie. Letting it drop and exposing your glowy body to Jaehyun. Body hugged in a brown two-piece bathing suit. Small ruffles at the end create a mini skirt. Your ass still popped out from the bottom but in such a cute way. Your top matches the skirt but could be removed to show more skin.
Jaehyun licked his lips. Eyeing your skin and all he could see was your back. You turned to him waving for him to follow. Moving to the spot you made on the blanket. Laying down arching your back a bit so your butt would perk out as you laid your stomach down. Jaehyun squirted some sunscreen on his palm. Rubbing the white cream together he brought his hands to your soft skin.
He started with your back. Following the curve of your spine. Rubbing into your skin. You closed your eyes a bit. Soft sounds leave your lips. Some were on accident because Jaehyun was doing so well and some were on purpose just to see his reactions. He cleared his throat a bit but continued. Bringing his hands down to your waist. Holding onto your skin. Hesitantly hovering over your plush skin. He looked over at you. You looked so relaxed. He smirked bringing his hands down to your thighs.
Jaehyun wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were doing. For the last week, you have throwing hints at him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested. Every small touch and hug. Even the small pecks you placed on his cheek when you wanted to say thank you or goodbye. Jaehyun had taken each detail piecing them together. He liked the effort you were putting in, in your way. He tried to keep his cool around you but it was getting harder. Every peck he wanted to turn his cheek and kiss you.
When you stayed at his apartment and put on one of his shirts because “yours was dirty” and walked into the kitchen. Lifting yourself to reach something you didn’t even need. A glass cup when he had some placed on the table. No, you wanted the one high up. The one that caused you to stretch and have his shirt lifted. Watching as your black panties exposed themselves to him. It took everything in his power to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to lift you down. Push you up against the counter and take you from behind. Feeling the plush curve of your ass in his palm.
But instead, he grabbed the cup for you. Leaning his front against your back and handed it to you. He could see the slight defeat on your face. He chuckled a bit. He’d eventually have his way with you once you were ready and he was sure you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.
So he rubbed the sunscreen into your thighs. Hands roaming a bit inching closer between the skin. You could feel the shadow of his hand inch closer to the heat between your legs. Jaehyun flicked between watching you and his hand. He wondered what would happen if let his intrusive thoughts win. Spread you apart, yank your bottoms off, and devour you on the beach. He had to hold back. His friends weren’t too far off. He looked up seeing them all still in the water. Both girls are on top of the boy's backs.
You looked back down at you. “Jaehyun,” you said softly. He hummed in response. He found himself relaxing while touching you. “You can touch me if you want,” you said back. He opened his eyes stopping his moments for a second. He continued quickly not wanting to worry you. “Touch you?” He asked. You nodded turning your head a bit. You held back your smirk.
“You seem hesitant,” you spoke words laced with lust. “Don’t be,” you said back. You turned back letting your chin fall in your hands. “I don’t mind if you touch me,” you said. Jaehyun couldn’t help the groan that left his lips. You finally let your smirk show. Biting back a few giggles. Jaehyun glided his hands up from your thighs and to your ass. He let out a low groan unable to rid of his lustful thoughts. His hands mold your skin and take in every detail. The curve of your ass. The soft plush skin molded so well in his hands. How the sweat formed from the sun. If he smacked your face the droplets would probably hit his skin.
He had to stop. He could feel his dick harden in his trunks. He quickly let go of you. He says back in his heels.
“All done?” You asked tone changing. Sounding very much like he wasn’t feeling you up. That’s the one thing he could never understand about this interaction. How every time you managed to act as if everything was normal. Like his hands on you was nothing out of the ordinary.
He nodded in response gulping. He leaned over picking up your coke can. He brought it to his lips. Drinking most of it. The coke slipped down the corner of his lips. Jaehyun stood up walking away from you but you called him back.
“Jaehyun,” you called teasing tone returning. He sighed wanting to leave before someone called him a pervert. He kept his back to you. Only turning slightly. You picked up the bottle. “You didn’t put any on,” you said back dangling the bottle in your hands. Jaehyun gritted his teeth. His feet dug into the hot sand. He wanted nothing more than to let your hands roam free on his body. But he couldn’t. Not with his friends right there who will probably question the tent in his pants.
He shook his head. He waved it off. “I’m okay. I’ll use the spray Jungwoo has,” he responded. You went to say something but he walked off. He went to Jungwoo’s bag quickly removing his tank and spraying himself. Rubbing the sunscreen into his skin he ran off to the water. He had to clear his mind.
You sat there watching as he ran off. You didn’t care that you couldn’t touch him. You had just enough of what you needed with him touching you. And with the small sounds and curses he was making the entire time you knew you had him. You smiled to yourself as you popped open the bottle to finish yourself off.
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You had eventually made your way to the water. You removed your slippers leaving them by the blanket. You walked quickly over to the water. The hot sand burning your feet. You sighed in relief when your feet met the wet sand and soon the small waves came in. You could see your friends slashing water at each other. It made you smile as he walked further into the water.
Jaehyun noticed you come in closer. His smile fell a bit as he watched you. Hands floating on the surface of the water. The air in his lungs was trapped. You made eye contact with him. Small smile on your lips. He sent you a half smile before he turned back to splashing Wendy. You scoffed turning to attack Jungwoo.
Jungwoo innocently lifted you. You screamed as he lifted you in the air. Your laughter is caught by Jaehyun. You held onto your nose as Jungwoo through you into the water. You quickly came back up for air. Pushing the front of your soaked hair back and rubbing your eyes. You pushed Jungwoo causing him to fall over. Seulgi laughed at Jungwoo holding onto her stomach. Doyoung chuckled as well before he came back to shore.
You all followed feeling a bit hungry.
You all sat around eating the well-made sandwiches. Wrapped in warm towels and taking in the sun. The sun was just on the horizon when Jaehyun sat beside you. He smiled at you. Small drops of water fell from his hair.
“Towel?” You asked him. Trying to hand him yours. He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll dry off,” he said leaning back a bit. He squinted his eyes from the sun that appeared closer. Everyone watched as the sun began to set. You hummed feeling calm as the sky shifted from orange. When the sky was golden Jaehyun looked over at you.
Your skin glowing in the sunlight. The golden hour did you no justice. You looked so beautiful. No amount of light from the sun or moon could capture your beauty. When the sky shifted pink you turned to Jaehyun. Catching him staring at you. You smiled, “You're staring,” you comment. He didn’t even bother to pretend like he wasn’t.
“I couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful,” he said feeling a bit corny. But he couldn’t bite his tongue. He needed you to know how breathtaking you were to him. Your cheeks became a bit warm. You could feel the heart spread throughout your whole body. The towel becoming useless. You slid it off your shoulders. Jaehyun watched as you did.
When the sky shifted to light blue Doyoung stood up to take photos. He walked over to you and Jaehyun asking you to pose. The two of you did and the flash of the Polaroid camera caught you both by surprise.
“Can I take another?” He asked. The two of you nodded. Jaehyun coming even closer to you. Shifting his weight to sit right beside you. Thighs pressing against yours and strong arm wrapping around your shoulder. He pulled you in causing your head to lean a bit to him. You both smiled as the camera flashed. Doyoung handed the two of you the photos.
When the sky became dark blue Jungwoo laid back. Wendy followed and you laid your head on Jaehyun’a shoulder. An innocent act in a search for comfort and warmth. Jaehyun could feel the slight chills on both his skin and yours from the night breeze. He pulled you close as the two of you watched the waves crash.
When the sky turned completely dark you all decided to go back to the hotel. It had been a fun and exhausting day.
You walked into your room closing the door behind you. You made your way to the bathroom quickly undressing and getting into the shower. Once you had freshly showered you stepped out applying the creams and lotions you had left in the bathroom earlier in the day. Once you finished applying every cream to your face and body you stepped out the bathroom towel wrapped around your frame.
You walked over to your dresser pulling out your pajamas. A slip dress that fell just about your thighs. If you stretched upwards almost all your ass would be exposed. You made your way back to the front shutting off the light. Walking back to your bed you pulled back the covers. The sheets feel smooth against your shaved legs. You hummed relaxing a bit before you grabbed your phone. Opening it you noticed a notification from Jaehyun.
Jaehyun- What are you doing?
You- Just got into bed. Why?
Jaehyun- Just wanted to text you.
You smiled biting into your lip. You switched legs underneath the blanket. You let your mind wander. Feeling the ghost of his hands moving around your skin. Mixing with that feeling of waves throughout your body just after leaving the beach. The same waves flow down between your legs. The warmth of his hands so close to where you craved him.
Jaehyun- Are you asleep?
Y/n- No. I was just distracted
Jaehyun- With?
You decided this was another opportunity for you to play.
Y/n- You
Jaehyun- Oh really?
Y/n- Yes
Jaehyun- What are you thinking about?
Jaehyun knew what he was thinking about. All the times this whole week you’ve rubbed your ass against him when you passed him by. The blood rushed from his brain to his cock when he palmed your ass on the beach. The image of you lifting yourself on the counter to reach the stupid mug. He could feel himself start to sweat. The same returned and rose throughout his body.
Y/n- What it would have felt like if you touched me as I asked you to?
Now he felt the entire air in the room rise. His breath caught in his lungs. Eyes glued to your texts. Lips parted only licking them to try and regain focus. Failing to do so he couldn’t help but think how you would have felt. Would you have felt soft? Warm? Would you be wet? Would you let him taste you?
Jaehyun- Would you let me touch you if I asked?
Y/n- Would you hesitate?
Jaehyun- Never again.
His change in boldness had gone straight to your heat. Jaehyun had always rejected your touches in the kindest ways. Like he didn’t want to. You assumed that was the case because of the look on his face. His lip caught between his teeth and his eyes shut. Was that how he looked when he fucked? The heat went straight to your legs. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to go see him.
You stood up walking over to your door. Slipping down in your slippers and robe. You closed your door and let it shut behind you. You walked down the hallway to the door diagonal from yours. You knocked on his door. You could hear some rustling from inside. The door opened exposing you to a desperate Jaehyun. He pulled you inside shutting the door behind you.
Pulling you close to his body and inches his lips to yours. Towering over your frame. You could feel his faint breaths on your lips. You held onto his biceps looking up into his eyes. His hands molding onto your waist. “No worries about our friendship?” You teased feeling him get closer to you. He shook his head.
“I’m not gonna hesitate,” he said lowly placing his lips on yours. Lips connecting and moving together. Soft and passionate his tongue slipped between your lips. Wandering hands moving from your waist to the curve of your ass. Molding the plush skin in his palms. He groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your front pressed against him. He pulled away turning you around. Bringing his veiny hands to your shoulders. Slipping the silly robe off your shoulders. Letting it pool at your feet.
“I can touch you right?” He asked lowly. Whispering in your ear. You nodded just wanting him to continue.
He leaned his lips to your exposed neck. Placing small pecks on your skin. The back of his hand grazed your shoulder. Nails dragging down your skin. Goosebumps rise with the hairs on the back of your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” he confessed growl leaving his lips. You smirked hand reaching up to play with the back of his dark hair. “Then why now?” You asked teasingly. “Because I can’t control myself anymore,” he kissed your jaw bringing his lips to your neck.
Bringing his hand further down lifting your dress up and over your head. He removed his shirt letting it fall to the ground. His hands quickly move back to your hot skin. Passing over your breast and to your heat. His tongue sucking on the skin of your neck just below your ear.
He could feel your exposed ass press against his cock. The feeling of your bottom half pantie-less and free. Spreading your legs with his hand. Hands moving to spread your folds. Taking your wetness coating his fingers. Unable to help himself from bringing his fingers to his lips. He sucked onto his digits humming at the sweet taste. How could you taste so good? You moaned at the feeling of his hardness against you. Wanting nothing more than to pull his cock out and have him fuck you in every inch of this hotel room.
He turned your back around. Feeling tortured enough without having you. He wouldn’t make it worse without being able to see you. He took in the sight of you. Pulling you close and lifting you. Wrapping your legs around his waist he walked the two of you to his bed. Laying you flat he kissed his way down. From your lips to your neck. Past the valley of your breast and the skin of your stomach. Sitting on his heels and dipping his head further down. Letting his legs fall straight. Using his hand to hold you down and the other to spread you apart. Spitting on your clit before diving in.
You moaned loudly hands reaching down to grab onto his hair. Gripped his locks and watched as he fucked himself into the mattress. His tongue moved fast against your clit. Moving his head back and forth underneath you. His nose rubbed against your clit when his tongue moved closer to your tight hole.
“Fuck,” you moaned bringing your other hand up to your breast. Toying with your breast. Jaehyun looked up mouth still sucking you dry. Reaching his free hand up to flick your nipple. Squeezing onto the skin. Your hips rutted against his face. He shut his eyes for a bit just taking in your taste and scent. Listening to the soft sounds that escaped your lips. Your back arched once he quickened his pace.
“That’s right baby. You’re doing so well for me,” he praised continuing his assaults on your pussy. Your head fell back. Thighs shaking between his face. You tasted too good for him to stop. Looking up at you and watching you fall apart. You looked too good to stop. He didn’t even notice his hips fucking the mattress underneath him. So lost in the feeling of bringing you to your high he lazily chased his own.
“Jaehyun I’m gonna cum,” you groaned feeling him slip his finger inside you. You could feel the knot in your stomach form. Back arching off the bed. Your hands tugged into Jaehyun’s locks screaming praises and curses.
“Jaehyun,” you moaned again. Your sound’s going straight to his head causing him to speed up. He continued to suck and lick quick circles on your clit. Eyes looking up seeing your entire body squirm under his touch. He smirked against you. “That’s right take it, baby,” he hushed a growl leaving his lips, returning to your pussy.
“Jaehyun I’m coming,” you screamed. Jaehyun picked up his pace bringing you closer to your high. Your entire body shuddered. Your stomach deflating as you released into his mouth. Jaehyun sucked up all of your juice even making sure to lick his fingers once he pulled them out.
Your body laid flat on his bed. Chest rising and falling. He chuckled taking in your sight again. “I’m doing that again,” he said happy smirk on his lips. You sat up pulling him into a soft kiss. You shook your head.
“Not after you fuck me first,” you said placing a hand on his chest from going any further. You pushed him back causing his back to hit the mattress. Grabbing onto the waist of his shorts. He lifted his ass making it easier for you to slide them down. Pealing his boxers back exposing his hard dick. The tip is red from rubbing it against the fabric. Peak cum leaking from the top falling on the trail of his stomach. You licked your lips zoning in on his cock.
Jaehyun watched your chest quickly rise up and down. Waiting for you to do something, anything. You bent down crawling forward and onto his lap. Throwing your leg over and straddling his waist. Since you got rid of that useless boyfriend you had all you could think about was riding Jaehyun’s cock. Even before you wasted your time on that boy you thought about. But something about Jaehyun being there for you was just so hot.
You grabbed onto his jaw having him face you as you aligned his dick at your entrance. His mouth fell open at just the feeling of his tip ghost under your folds. You leaned down placing a passionate kiss on his pink lips. He kissed you back deepening the kiss. Placing a hand on your waist and pulling you close. You pulled back his bottom lip caught between your teeth. You let his plumped lip fall back into place. He groaned already feeling himself give more and more of himself to you.
Then you pushed his cock into you. The tip passes through your tight hole. His shaft slipped further and further inside you. You were so wet it drizzled down your leg. He could feel some of it getting onto his dick and it drove him crazy. He was tempted to reach down. Pick up the juice and lick it but instead groaned even louder when you bottomed out. You both let out sighs of relief. Jaehyun felt so right inside of you. Your bodies molded together as you tried to find a rhythm that worked for both of you.
Once you did you slowly moved your hips forward. Bouncing on his angry cock. Feeling so full with him underneath you. Getting lost in your own Euphoria Jaehyun reached up pulling you down. Causing you to open your eyes. “Focus here baby,” he said placing a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back until he pulled away. Teasing smirk and a dark look in his eyes.
“Fuck baby you're doing so well,” you praised. His brows furrowed and teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You moaned out loud head falling back. If you knew he would have felt this could you would have fucked him sooner. “Feel so full,” you moaned mouth falling open. Jaehyun groaned even more hearing you moan so loud for him. You smirked reaching down to run your fingers against his chest. Soon finding his neck. Jaehyun wasn’t going to let you choke him. So he grabbed onto you flipping you around.
He needed to be deeper inside you. Spreading your legs further apart. Aligning his wet cock at your entrance and ramming inside you hard. You moaned loudly head falling back onto the pillow. Gripping into the sheets. Mouth falling open unable to speak. Jaehyun’s head fell back. You were squeezing so good around him. Losing his mind inside your tight hole. This would not be the end for him.
You felt just as cold as he imagined. So wet and tight. His dick is warm inside your velvet walls. You continued to squeeze around his cock. He was big and long. Curving inside you and brushing past your sweet spot. You moaned loud eyes widened open and lips formed an o. He smirked enjoying making you fall apart underneath him. All the teasing and longing touches reaching up to now. Now he could finally have his way with you.
But you were in charge. You picked yourself up wrapping your hand around his neck. Fingings lacking with his dark black hair. Pulling onto his hair craning his neck back. He kept his hands on your waist. Fucking deep into your pussy. Leaning down and sucking on his neck. Jaehyun let out a moan. A moan he had been trying to hide.
Sweating pouring down your bodies. The heat picking up between the two of you. Both your shared moans echo inside the room. The bed shaking against the headboard. Both of you are lost in the euphoric feeling.
“You do so good baby,” Jaehyun praised through pants. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He felt himself coming closer and closer to his high. You moaned teeth sinking into his neck. He growled at the feeling of laying you back down. This time not wasting a second. Slamming his dick into hot and heavy. Bringing his finger to his mouth sucking on his digits before he brought them to your clit.
He could feel your juice soaking his dick as you came around him. Squeezing onto him tightly he bit onto his lip. His neck and ears turning bright red as he chased his high.
“Where can I ?” He asked groaning as you squeezed him again unable to control it. You looked up into his eyes. Your eyes glowing with mischief and love. You smirked, “Inside,” you said. Jaehyun could explode. You were so hot. He fucked into you harder. He let out an earthy groan as he spilled himself inside you. His thrust turned slow before he pulled out. Watching as your pussy oozed mixing your come with his.
He licked his lips as he pulled out. Watching your pussy glistening in his dim room. He wanted to ask to take a picture but decided not to. Keeping the memory in his mind.
You laid their fingers grazing over your sensitive skin. Jaehyun stood up walking off into the bathroom. Laying there looking at the ceiling you wore a dazed smile on your eyes with heavy eyes to match. When he returned he held a small towel in his hand. He came to your side unable to hide his smile. His cute dimples are on display. You chuckled a bit as he brought the towel closer cleaning you up.
Once he finished he threw the small towel in the trash. He came to your side pulling you close to him. He nuzzled his face in your neck. After sex, Jaehyun was so clingy you noted.
“It’s shocking to see you this way,” you commented looking a bit down at him. He looked up hand sliding across your exposed waist. He raised a brow cheek mushed against your stomach now. “What is?” He asked small pout. Your hand reached down to go through his hair. He hummed closing his eyes a bit.
“You’re usually glued to your phone. Antisocial,” you joked. He chuckled along with you. He shrugged, “I can’t do that around you. Especially now, I feel like I need to hold onto you so you don’t go,” he teased. You shook your head. Smile on your glossy lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said back more as a promise. You leaned up causing him to sit up. You touched his biceps. Eyeing him up and down before you looked back into his eyes.
He groaned, “You're gonna be the death of me,” he said. Causing a dark giggle to leave your chest before he made his way to you.
And like always. You kept him up all night.
End ;)
Thank you for reading this. I wrote this because of the Prada Show where Jaehyun looks absolutely delicious lol.
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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago
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It’s finally here!!!
Part 4 of my series: Hogwarts Dreams at Night is here!
Here is the link to The Gryffindor Starring: Lee Jeno
Link to both the series and the third part have been attached!
Thank you so much and happy reading ;)
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