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mfcking-hoe · 2 days ago

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A shadow of him

Lee Donghyuck x reader

summary: you try to summon your own doppelgänger with a spell that seems impossible. Tonight, the unthinkable happens, and you’re shocked to find out you managed to summon the doppelgänger of your boyfriend, Donghyuck, instead of your own. You’re even more shocked when you hear what he wants to do before he returns to his home world…

pairings: boyfriend!Donghyuck x female (afab) witch!reader x doppelgänger!Haechan

genre: smut, supernatural

cw: smut, supernatural, doppelgängers, witchcraft, magic, female reader, dub-con, creampie, p in v, selfcest (kinda), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, Haechan is a tease lmao, use of petnames: baby, and mommy (jokingly)

this is heavily inspired by seeing double by @smileysuh !! Go read it now it’s incredible!!

english is not my first language so I apologize for any language errors!! MDNI under cut

You sat down in the small summoning circle you had managed to make, taking deep breaths as you opened your spell-book once again. Ever since you started practicing witchcraft, you hadn’t even been able to do a proper spell yet. Of course, you could do simple things, but you weren’t satisfied with that.

You didn’t learn witchcraft to do small, insignificant spells. No, you wanted something more to come out of this. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to flip through the pages until you reached the pages marked with red ink. Those were the most challenging spells in your book, but you knew you could do them.

For the last few days, this spell was the one you had tried your hardest to do. You could still recall the shock on your boyfriend’s face when you told him about your plan. To someone who wasn’t practicing, something like this would seem otherworldly and maybe even wrong, but you knew that this wasn’t frowned upon among other witches.

You had always been intrigued by the idea of doppelgängers. When you first found out they even existed, they became your little hyper-fixation. Creatures who resembled humans, but came from the other side. What was on the other side wasn’t entirely known to you, and it seemed the doppelgängers were the only creatures willing to come in contact with the human world. You beamed in excitement as you thought about getting to actually meet your own doppelgänger.

You watched as your candles magically lit up as your gaze met them, and hummed lowly before finally reading the words on the page. You worked extra hard on keeping your breathing steady, and felt the hairs on your neck raise as you continued reading.

You closed your eyes as you continued, having already memorized the spell from having tried it so many times. The words didn’t feel as foreign on your tongue as before, it was as if they just rolled off without struggle.

As you said the last words, you couldn’t help but feel a slight shift in the air around you. You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds before finally opening them, and your eyes couldn’t help but widen when you finally witnessed…

nothing.

You groaned in frustration. You were sure it was going to work this time. In a fit of anger, you quickly left the room, not even wanting to sit there in the humiliation of your failure.

You walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge. Anything to try to get over this repeated cycle. You quickly closed the fridge door with an apple in hand, but immediately dropped it with a yelp when you were met with the presence of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.

”Don’t scare me like that H—”

Your eyes met his, and almost immediately, you could sense that something was off. You looked him up and down, but found nothing odd about what he was wearing. It was the same clothes he left in this morning.

He stayed quiet as he slowly walked towards you, his eyes wide and lips curled into an intrigued smirk.

”I didn’t hear you coming in,” you said in a small voice, still unsure of what was going on.

”Oh I didn’t take the front door, baby,” he answered, putting emphasis on the last nickname that your boyfriend loved to use. Your back collided with the kitchen wall as he made his way towards you, like a snake slithering towards its prey.

”Aren’t you the one who summoned me, hm?”

You felt as if your breathing stopped for a second. You watched as he smiled in amusement as you finally understood. ”But, I didn’t- I tried to summon a doppelgänger, and I—”

”You thought it would be one of you, didn’t you?” he asked as if reading your mind, leaning closer to your ear as his arms caged you between him and the wall.

”Seems like you were thinking about your little boyfriend an awful lot when you sat there, in your little makeshift circle.” You looked away in shame as he teased you for your skills, or lack thereof.

”I— didn’t know it worked like that,” you admitted, feeling degraded by his tone, and those sly eyes looking closely at you. You could feel his breath against your cheek, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little excited by the situation.

”Well now you know,” he said before letting out a light giggle and finally backing away from you. You let out a deep breath, but felt it get caught in your throat once again when you heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door. Without thinking much, you dragged your boyfriend’s doppelgänger into the nearest room, doing what he had just done to you. He looked at you with wide eyes as you pinned him against the wall.

”Ohh, so you can be dominant too, huh?~” he smirked before you finally covered his mouth, rolling your eyes.

”Baby! I’m home!” you heard Donghyuck say from the hall. You had to admit it felt weird to hear your boyfriend’s voice from the hall when you had an exact copy of him right in front of you, who was smiling into your hand, seemingly amused by your distress.

”Just a second!” you yelled through the door, before whispering to the man in front of you. ”Stay here, and don’t make a sound,” you ordered, trying your best to sound stern and tough. You slowly removed your hand from his mouth, seeing that big smile on him remaining. ”You want me to say ’yes mommy’ or something?” he whispered. You couldn’t help but blush at his airy tone, but just stormed off without answering his question.

You shot him a warning glance before finally leaving the room, not knowing how to act with the man who was standing right outside the door.

”Were you saying something?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. ”Nope!” you answered way too quickly. You tried to get his mind off of it by wrapping your arms around his neck, going in for a small kiss. He smiled, but kept looking suspiciously at you.

”You seem… on edge,” he said, making you stiffen even more in his hold. ”Well…” you trailed off, but as soon as you noticed where he was going next, you felt the panic creeping up on you. ”Wait!” you managed to say before he opened the door.

You didn’t even have to look at him to know what face he was making, instead, your eyes wandered to the doppelgänger, who stood there with a wide smile. ”Well hello, my other self!”

Your boyfriend slowly angled his head towards you, meeting your gaze with endless confusion. You looked away quickly. ”Alright, I guess I have some explaining to do…”

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You couldn’t help but notice how the doppelgänger’s eyes bore into you as you explained the situation to your boyfriend. Neither could you ignore the feeling of his leg brushing up against yours under the dinner table, as he sat on the shorter side of it, in between you and Donghyuck who faced each other.

”Is this something that happens often?” Donghyuck asked, not directing the question to you. ”Yeah, it’s a common mistake, so don’t worry,” the man bext to you answered. ”However, it’s a little bit inconvenient that it had to happen today…” he trailed off. You gave him a look, waiting for him to continue.

”I have plans for tonight, y’know?” he pouted slightly. You made eye contact with your boyfriend, who seemed to already have grown tired of his look-alike. ”Uh-huh… And what do you want me to do about that? Is there any way for me to like… send you back?” you asked.

Suddenly, a devious smile coated the doppelgänger’s lips, as his eyes travelled between yours and your boyfriend’s.

”Well, you could always do me a favor,” he looked up innocently at Donghyuck, who gave you a confused glance, as if you knew what he was up to, to which you shook your head. ”And what favor would that be?” you asked, making him look back at you.

He hummed. ”Well… to put it simply,” he started, leaning over to sit closer to you, only to avert his attention back to your boyfriend. ”I would like to fuck your girlfriend!” he said in an all too casual tone.

”Excuse me!?” Donghyuck stood up from his chair. You just sat there, frozen, in disbelief. ”Hear me out, please,” the man next to you said, making Donghyuck slowly sit down again.

”She would basically just have sex with two of you! Or two of me, I guess—” he trailed off. ”How come you’re asking him and not me?” you interrupted.

He looked at you with a smirk, leaning in way too close for someone who almost felt like a stranger. ”Because I already know you’ll be up to it.”

”Really?” Donghyuck said. Your eyes widened in shock as you felt your cheeks heat up. ”I- I don’t—” you stuttered.

”She didn’t tell me per se, but reading human body language isn’t exactly hard.” The doppelgänger winked, leaning closer to Donghyuck instead. ”And since she’s the lover of my doppelgänger, it’s like I already know her, I know her body, I know her mind, her soul,” he continued, voice lowering. Donghyuck only looked at him with bewilderment.

”C’mon, you want to please your lovely girlfriend right? Your baby?” he tilted his head, never once breaking eye contact with Donghyuck.

”Well… I guess,” he said. You gasped in surprise. ”Amazing!” you heard the doppelgänger exclaim, standing up and taking both your and Donghyuck’s hands in his. ”Let’s go then!!”

”Hold on!” you said, making him stop in his tracks. ”I just want to talk about this with Donghyuck first,” you said. ”Alone.”

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”Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, this feels very sudden to me, I can only imagine what it’s like for you,” you said, cupping Donghyuck’s face in your hands. He put his hands over yours, a smile on his face.

”I admit that it’s sudden but, now that I think about it… I’m not against the idea,” he admitted shyly. ”But are you sure this is okay?” he asked you, making you blush even more.

”Well, I think he’s right about… knowing my mind, and that stuff,” you admitted. ”And honestly, I kind of see him as an extension… of you,” you laughed a little bit at your own words. Donghyuck gave you a long kiss.

”Let’s do this then, he seems more than eager to finally get his hands on you,” he said, making you look away in shame. ”Can’t blame him though,” Donghyuck continued. ”I feel the exact same way.”

You entered your bedroom, the spell-book still lying open on the floor. You saw the doppelgänger look around the room curiously, looking through your crystals and books, a smile coating his lips. ”Ahh finally,” he said as he spotted the two of you. You could sense the hunger in his eyes as he pulled you closer to the bed. While he did look exactly like Donghyuck, there was something so sinister about his gaze, something so dark and alluring about his tone.

He wasted no time, pushing you down into the soft mattress, climbing on top of you. Your eyes searched for your boyfriend, but the man on top of you grabbed your face rather harshly. “You get to look at him every day, so focus on me now, kay?” he said. You nodded slowly. “Oh and also,” he said while slowly caressing your cheek. “Call me Haechan, so we don’t get confused.”

“Really? That nickname that I used to have?” Donghyuck scoffed, earning a side-glance of judgement from Haechan. “Yes, it sounds much cooler than Donghyuck.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the exchange.

You watched as Haechan whispered something in your boyfriend’s ear, making him nod before changing his position. You were slowly put into this position somewhere between sitting and lying down, with Donghyuck holding you in place from behind.

You felt his hot breath in your ear, making you shiver. “Undress her,” Haechan ordered, making you twitch in anticipation. You felt Hyuck’s hands touch your skin delicately as he slowly took off your shirt. Haechan slowly took off his own shirt as well, looking deep into your eyes as he did so.

Haechan’s hands started fiddling with your zipper, eagerly getting your pants off. “Can’t wait to see you, baby,” he said in that whispery tone that you had already learned to love. You squirmed a little bit as the cold air hit your legs, and couldn’t help but feel exposed in only your underwear.

“Bra too,” Haechan ordered Donghyuck, to which he obeyed immediately. “Have you ever seen your boyfriend in such a state, hm?” Haechan asked you, running his hands up and down your bare thighs that you unconsciously tried to close together. “He’s so obedient right now, so submissive,” he whispered. “He’ll do anything I say…”

You looked away from Haechan as Donghyuck finally got your bra off. “Don’t be shy now,” Haechan sang as his fingers slowly reached the waistband of your panties. “I’m going to make sure to see every little part of this body of yours.”

You shivered as he pulled your panties off, closing your legs together. “This doesn’t feel fair,” you groaned slightly, seeing as you were the only one who was completely undressed.

“Who said anything about this being fair?” Haechan teased. You took a shaky breath as he spread your legs apart, looking between them with a smile. “I knew you were turned on but this?” he almost laughed, collecting a little bit of your wetness with his fingers. “This is really dirty, baby,” he tilted his head.

“Keep looking at me,” Haechan said, to which you obliged, watching as he slowly took his fingers into his mouth and licked and sucked. You felt Donghyuck’s fingers playing with your nipples, rubbing slow circles that made you whine in desperation. “Such a good girl,” he whispered in your ear from behind, sending shivers down your spine.

“Hyuck, keep her legs apart for me,” Haechan said after pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop. Donghyuck’s legs looped around yours to keep them spread, as he continued touching your nipples, pinching and pulling.

“I’ve been dying to taste you ever since I first saw you,” Haechan said in almost a whine. Contrary to his controlled and dominant actions, you could hear the desperation and yearning in his voice, see the lust in his eyes.

You felt your boyfriend getting hard behind you, pushing up against your back, and you couldn’t help but grow eager yourself.

But no, Haechan was slow, calculated and such a tease, even worse than Donghyuck. His plump lips slowly kissed your stomach, his hands resting on your thighs, way too close to your aching heat for you to ignore it. “Please,” you whined out without even thinking about it. “Hm? Please what?” Haechan separated himself from your skin, making you twitch ever so slightly. “Please Haechan— I need you,” you let out.

Your boyfriend let out an amused hum from behind you. “So desperate,” he whispered. “You like having two of me huh?”

You simply nodded as Haechan’s fingers drew small circles on the skin of your inner thighs. “Be patient,” he said before continuing his slow teasing, a small giggle leaving his mouth as he kissed you. Your eyes met his as he looked up from his spot, and you saw the way he smiled when you let out a whimper as Donghyuck continued pinching your nipples.

You felt your boyfriend’s lips meet your neck, sucking and licking, and that only added to the sensations. Four hands, two mouths and an ache inside you, begging to be satisfied.

When you could swear Haechan had reached where you wanted his lips the most, he instead opted to start kissing your thighs, making your hips buck up slightly. You writhed around, trying to grab his head, but Donghyuck was quick to grab you, giving your sensitive buds a rest to instead hold your hands in his. “Please Haechan,” you said, looking down at him desperately.

He only giggled, continuing his slow work. “You want a little distraction?” Hyuck whispered. You immediately nodded, making him turn your head to kiss you hungrily. You could tell he needed it too, with how handsy he had been, how his hips had slowly moved against you from behind you, and the way he was almost panting in your ear. You felt his tongue against yours, but you were far from distracted, you just wanted more.

As if Haechan could read your mind, that’s when he finally licked a long stripe between your legs, making your breath hitch. Contrary to his previous actions, his tongue moved quickly, flicking over your clit as his hands gripped your thighs.

Donghyuck continued kissing and sucking at your neck as Haechan’s tongue worked wonders between your legs. You tried to hold back your noises, but you couldn’t stop them from leaving your parted lips. “That’s it baby,” you heard your boyfriend praise, caressing your hands that he still held in his.

You gasped when Haechan slowly inserted two of his fingers inside of you, curling them upwards as his tongue moved quickly. You tried to close your legs slightly, the sensations being too much to bear, but Haechan just slapped your thigh and made a noise of disapproval. You felt Donghyuck’s legs hold yours down with greater force, making you throw your head back at the unavoidable pleasure of Haechan’s fingers and mouth.

“Hey,” Donghyuck said, and you could tell he was talking to his doppelgänger, not you. “Don’t get carried away,” he said, sounding almost a little grumpy. “She’s my girlfriend, not yours.”

You could barely focus on their conversation as Haechan’s fingers picked up the pace. “Oh please,” he just said before continuing to lick you. “Can’t you tell— that she loves it?” Haechan said in between licks. Hyuck let out what almost sounded like a growl.

You felt yourself getting close, your hands gripping your boyfriend’s, legs trembling slightly. Hyuck’s teeth grazed your neck slightly as Haechan continued pushing you closer to orgasm.

“There you go baby,” one of them said, you could barely tell who was who in the state you were in, but that was the last thing you heard before pushing over the edge and letting out a loud moan. Your entire body trembled as Haechan continued violently licking and sucking your clit, his fingers still keeping a steady rhythm inside of you.

Right when Hyuck’s hands left yours you were quick to grab a hold of Haechan’s dark locks, pulling slightly to stop the overstimulation that was about to make you cry. He didn’t budge though, he continued his tongues work no matter how sensitive you were, only seeming to get more eager when you pulled his hair, letting out groans and whines.

You had barely noticed your boyfriend moving from his spot behind you, until you saw him, now only wearing his boxers, standing behind Haechan at the end of the bed. He took a hold of the man’s hair, pulling him away from your aching heat, to which Haechan let out a whine of disapproval, looking at Hyuck with an angry pout.

“Greedy, huh?” Donghyuck smirked at him, pushing him to the side of the bed. “Well I’m getting pretty desperate as well,” he said, crawling on top of your form. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you took deep breaths, still recovering from the intense orgasm. They both got fully undressed, throwing all of their clothes on the floor. Haechan almost rushed to kiss you, but someone stopped him from doing it.

“What now!?” Haechan whined at your boyfriend, who once again, chose to pull his hair. “Haven’t you had enough of her already?” Hyuck asked, keeping his hand fisted in his hair. “I’ll allow you to do what I just did. You’re going to have to watch me pleasure her, while you sit there, not being able to do anything about it,” he smiled. You didn’t even recognize this side of Hyuck, but you guessed having another him here brought out his competitive side.

Surprisingly enough, Haechan just nodded, and got behind you, imitating the position your boyfriend had before. “What happened to you being so tough?” you teased him as he got settled behind you. He smirked at your comment, leaning in to talk right into your ear. “I can be a good boy too,” he said. “Can’t I, mommy?”

You twitched at the nickname he already used once earlier today. It wasn’t something you would ever get off on normally, but hearing Haechan say it was something completely new. It was so loaded with yearning, so teasing, and really reminded you of the control he seemed to have over you.

You looked at Donghyuck who carefully spread your legs and put them over his shoulders. You gasped when you felt his length push against you, slowly teasing against your entrance that still felt sensitive after Haechan’s fingers.

You twitched when Haechan’s mouth started kissing the shell of your ear, small sounds leaving his lips and making you squirm in his hold. It was apparent to you how desperate he was for your attention, both when dominant and submissive. “That feels good? hm?” he said into your ear before letting his lips travel lower down your neck. His mouth was so different from Donghyuck’s, but still so addicting.

Donghyuck quickly grabbed your hands and locked eyes with you. You gave him a small nod before he finally pushed himself inside of you, making your eyes roll back at the feeling.

Hyuck let out a gasp when he fully entered you, and you could feel Haechan shift behind you as he let out a small whimper. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his sudden change in behavior - all it took was a hand in his hair for him to become like this.

“You feel so good,” Donghyuck said, letting you get used to the feeling of his girth inside of you. You inhaled sharply as he started moving, but your attention was soon turned elsewhere, when Haechan started moving your hand to the side. You heard him moan loudly when he wrapped your hand around his cock, using his own to guide it up and down.

“You really can’t help yourself can you?” Donghyuck said, looking into Haechan’s eyes. “You’re right, I can’t.”

He had no shame about it, bucking into your hand, letting out airy breaths and moans. You noticed his rhythm changing with Donghyuck’s, as if he tried to match it. “You wish you could be inside her too, don’t you?” Hyuck said between groans. You gasped when Hyuck’s fingers found your clit, making slow circles with his fingers.

You felt Haechan’s other hand move towards your nipples. “Can I suck?” he asked shamelessly, still fucking into your hand. You nodded, and he immediately laid you down on the mattress and started licking and sucking your nipple. Your eyes met Hyuck’s, and you could tell he was about to burst deep inside of you from the look in his eye alone.

“You’re really going to cum inside of her without even making her cum too?” Haechan asked, pausing his mouth’s movements. “Oh don’t worry,” Hyuck said, quickening his movements. “I have other plans for that.”

Donghyuck became loud as he finally came deep inside of you, making you arch your back at the full feeling. He kept thrusting a few more times, fucking it deeper into you before pulling out.

“Make him cum too baby,” he ordered in your ear, and you finally let your hand work on its own on Haechan, which immediately made him putty in your hands, throwing his head back and thrusting quickly. It didn’t take much for him to explode in your hands, and as you expected, he was much louder than Donghyuck, high-pitched moans filling the room as he came all over your stomach.

There was a moment where the three of you just lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow, but it didn’t last very long. ”Baby,” Donghyuck said in your ear, to which you responded with a small hum. ”Why don’t you get on top of Haechan?”

You and Haechan glanced at Donghyuck in sync, but while your expression turned into a smirk, Haechan’s became one of confusion.

You quickly climbed on top of Haechan, eager to follow whatever plan your boyfriend had in mind. ”What, but I already came, I—” Haechan stuttered, looking between you and Hyuck. ”You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you?” Donghyuck asked as you slowly repositioned yourself to lower yourself down on his cock.

”Y-yeah but—” Haechan was interrupted by his own gasp when he felt you against his tip, that was still so sensitive. ”Don’t you want to make her cum?” Donghyuck asked, making Haechan nod after a pause, even though he twitched at the sensation of you against him.

You smiled when you heard the loud whine he let out as you let him enter you, noting that he was still hard, even after just cumming all over himself. The wetness of Hyuck’s cum inside of you coated Haechan, even spilling out on the sides of your hole as you moved on top of him.

”Shit, fuck—” Haechan cursed, grabbing your hips. You saw Hyuck’s expression of pure joy as his doppelgänger whimpered loudly in the mix of pain and pleasure.

”She’s going to keep going until she cums too, no matter how long it takes,” Donghyuck informed lowly into Haechan’s ear, earning an eager nod from him.

You closed your eyes in delight, working your hips on the writhing man beneath you, letting yourself use him for your own pleasure. Even though he shivered and dig his nails into your hips, you could tell he was enjoying it too. Those shaky breaths, the way his cock grew larger again inside of you, and the way his hip’s unmistakably bucked up into you constantly, it was obvious that he was pleased with the situation too.

You felt Donghyuck’s presence behind you, his hands roaming your body gently. ”That’s it baby,” he said into your ear, his voice sounding deep in contrast to Haechan’s noises. When you felt his fingers on your clit again, you felt the warm feeling build inside you at a rapid pace, making you grab Donghyuck’s forearm in an attempt to steady yourself.

You had never heard Hyuck even making nearly as much noise as Haechan was right now - with that said, you hadn’t overstimulated him before either - but the sounds made you reach your second high even faster. Haechan’s eyes rolled back into his head as you picked up the pace, your own moans being drowned out by the man beneath you, who now almost dug his nails into your hips. ”Shit— I’m gonna cum too,” Haechan said as he felt you pulse around him.

You heard Donghyuck let out a small giggle behind you, but you couldn’t focus on that when you finally let go in his arms and let yourself let out a loud moan. Haechan spasmed slightly underneath you, gasping as he spurted deep inside of you. You twitched at the warm feeling of cum inside of you before finally allowing yourself to collapse on top of Haechan.

You slowly let him pull out of you, feeling the mix of Donghyuck and Haechan’s cum starting to ooze out from between your legs.

”You did so well,” Donghyuck praised, rubbing a soothing hand over your warm back. You felt the deep rise and fall of Haechan’s chest from under you, before he gently rolled you over to your back. You let out a small sound of confusion when Harchan started making his way out of the bed. Donghyuck quickly laid down next to you instead, pulling the soft blankets over you.

”Leaving so soon?” you asked as Haechan got dressed. ”I’ve got plans tonight, remember?” he reminded you, running a hand through his messy hair. ”Hope one of me’s enough for you,” he smirked, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

”But wait, wasn’t this the compensation for you having to miss out on your plans?” Donghyuck asked. Haechan looked away with a guilty smile. ”Well…” and that was the last thing he said before finally leaving the two of you in your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

”You think he’s going back to his own world now? just like that?” you asked, cuddling up against your boyfriend’s warm frame. ”Hopefully. I’m done with being this jealous anyway,” he admitted. You raised your eyebrow, looking into his half-opened eyes. ”Really? You? Jealous? Of someone who’s basically a clone of yourself?” you questioned, making him scoff.

”Yeah, me, jealous. He’s still another man who just fucked my girlfriend at the end of the day, right?”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his words, having never heard him be this pouty about something like this before. ”You’re so cute when you’re like this,” you poked his cheek. He smiled brightly before leaning in to give you a small kiss on the lips.

”I love you, you know that right?” he said, his breath fanning over your face.

”Of course I know that, silly,” you smiled. ”And you know I love you, right? Even though you’re jealous of your own doppelgänger?”

Donghyuck laughed before kissing you again, even harder this time. ”Yes. Of course I know that.”

I hope you enjoyed this story!!💋

feel free to leave me requests if you have a specific scenario/member/prompt in mind!

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mfcking-hoe · 3 days ago

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strawberry cough | njm

strangers to fwb to lovers w/ plug!jaemin ft. bestie shotaro

summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more.

pt. 2 here

wc: 9.1k 18+ mdni

cw: weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, protected/unprotected penetrative sex, oral, 69, shotgunning, soft dom!jaemin, some angst & misunderstandings, jealous reader and jaemin, comforting from jaemin, jaemin calls reader baby & angel, gn!afab!reader, he has a pull out couch, strawberry cough is an actual weed strain i recommend it :)

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shotaro calls your name, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“his name is jaemin and we have the same supplier, I’ll even ask him to give you a discount!”

your best friend was moving to another town across the country for work and you can’t help but tear up at the thought of being so far from the sweet boy. you met back in your teens and had been glued at the hip since.

somewhere over the course of your friendship, shotaro started to dabble in weed, teaching you almost everything you know about the substance and eventually becoming your plug and smoking buddy. with shotaro gone, it might be difficult finding someone who not only you can trust but also knows your weed needs like the back of their hand.

you blink at the new name, trying to remember what he was talking about, and recall something along the lines of finding you a new plug.

“i’d definitely recommend him, i’d say he’s second best to me in town, and i can trust him around you,” shotaro jokes with you, keeping it lighthearted.

you know behind the joking, your friend is doing his best to look out for you despite going through a stressful time himself. you don’t want to make this move any harder for him than it already is, so you agree with a smile.

“i’ll give him a chance, just give me his number and we’ll go from there.”

he meets your smile with his own.

“trust me, he’ll take good care of you.”

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a couple of weeks after shotaro’s move, you decide its finally time to text your potential new plug. after finding his contact buried in your messages, you text jaemin, setting up a meeting time to pick up some goods, planning on buying an eighth and some gummies.

surprisingly, he asks if you want to check out his strains when you get there, wanting you to actually see all he has to offer before buying.

his customer service impresses you, realizing that you just assumed he would be as casual as shotaro and any other plug you’ve gone to. most of the time they would just ask you what you want, give you your order, and you’d be on your way. seeing the whole collection would definitely be good if you plan to go to him long-term.

while you’re a little hesitant at the thought of entering his apartment, you feel better given how shotaro talked your ear off on how good jaemin was, both as a friend and fellow plug.

a 20-minute walk from your place leads you to the address he sent, and you triple-check your phone to make sure you’re at the right apartment. when you finally ring the doorbell, you hear some rushed footsteps and the door opens to a sight you were not expecting.

your eyes move up to see a tall man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“hi, you’re __? taro’s friend, right?”

you nod, exchanging introductions, and he gives you a tight handshake, not breaking eye contact.

“come on in! i’ve laid out everything so you can pick what you want. let me know if you have any questions.” he flashes another smile, and you can’t help but smile back at his welcoming attitude. besides shotaro, other plugs you have gone to never exchanged more than a few words with you, but they also didn’t have a smile like jaemin’s. actually, no one you’ve ever met had a smile like that.

you take a look around his apartment, noting how well kept it was, with minimal but tasteful decor. you were already a little nervous, but staring at the back of the attractive man leading you to his kitchen in his perfect apartment has your heart speeding up.

he shows you his collection, which you note to be on the same level as shotaro’s. you remember how your stash of your favorite strain ran out the week before, and knowing they have the same supplier, you look around his extensive collection for a familiar logo.

“do you have anymore strawberry cough? that’s my go-to.”

his expression falters slightly, but he recovers quickly and answers your question.

“i’m out of stock right now, but if you come back next week i should definitely have it in.”

nodding in understanding, you pick up a small pack of orange gummies, deciding on taking a break from smoking until your next visit. he packs up your gummies and leads you back to the entrance of his apartment, but when you reach into your bag to pull out your wallet he stops you.

“it’s on the house.” he insists, flashing you another one of his dazzling smiles. his smile makes it almost too hard to argue.

“oh no, i can’t do that to you,” you respond and resume your task of grabbing your wallet. you stop at the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder.

“let’s just say it’s a first time customer deal, okay?” his strong gaze stills you.

“it’s not every day I get a customer as cute as you,” he says with a grin and a look in his eyes you can’t quite figure out. it does a good job of shutting you up, and you feel your face heat up. the place where his hand meets your shoulder feels like it’s burning.

you don’t know how to respond and he chuckles at your flustered expression. he places the gummies in your hands, and opens the door for you.

“make sure you come back next week, i’ll be waiting for your text!” you nod and quietly respond with your thanks and goodbye as you walk out into the hallway. he waits until you’re at the elevator, waving to you as the elevator doors close.

immediately you’re clutching your burning face in your hands, and his words replay in your head until you go to sleep that night.

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while the interaction with your new plug lingers in your mind for a while, you are quick to try and dismiss jaemin’s flirting as his way of charming customers and nothing more. shotaro did say he would ask him to give you a discount, so maybe it’s safe to assume that freebie was a favor for your mutual friend.

the next week, you’re surprised to see a text from jaemin letting you know that your favorite was in stock. you had debated in your mind on when to text him, but it’s a pleasant surprise that he texted you first. you agree to come after work, and your second visit to him is not as nerve-wracking as the first, though his closing remarks from the first visit still ring in your brain.

you wave those thoughts off again as he meets you at the door.

“hello my strawberry cough lover!” he greets you happily.

lover. you freeze at the word. you pause for a few seconds, jaemin confused at your lack of response when you realize he’s referring to your love for the product. you totally missed that. he was not calling you his lover.

“hi jaemin,” you sheepishly reply, internally scolding yourself for those thoughts.

you expect him to collect your payment, give you your bag, and send you on your way. but something you’ve begun to learn in the short time you’ve known him is that he is always full of surprises.

he invites you in and you see your order sitting on his kitchen table. your eyebrow raises when he pulls out another bag of what you recognize as strawberry cough from the label.

“do you have any plans today?” he asks.

it’s about 6pm and your only plans included smoking the goods you would be getting from jaemin, so nothing’s booked. “i’m free, what’s up?”

“it’s actually been a while since i’ve smoked or sold this strain, so i wanted to ask if you’d want to smoke with me? it’ll be on the house of course, but you totally don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable” he actually looks a little nervous asking, which you find endearing.

“sure, sounds fun,” you agree, once again taking into consideration shotaro’s ramblings about jaemin. you would never pass up the opportunity for free weed with a potential new friend. friend.

he brightens, sitting you down on his living room sofa and running to get his smoking materials together.

“pipe or joint?” he asks. you reply with the latter and he gets to rolling.

you watch as he expertly grinds and packs the green leaves into the wrapping paper, licking the edge to seal it and pinching the end shut.

you can’t deny that it’s probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen a man do. you’ve seen many of your friends roll before, but something about the way jaemin uses his hands (and mouth) has you almost drooling.

he offers you the first hit, and you place the joint between your lips. he lights it as you inhale slightly, keeping his hand steady to catch any ash from falling on you.

while his earlier display had your body reacting, his gentlemanly behavior hit you right in the heart. you take two hits and hand it back to him, watching him take his own.

“how did you meet shotaro?” he asks, making conversation, and you are more than happy to explain how he accidentally hit you with a basketball during your second year of high school. you feel your body start to lighten and your mind fuzz.

“he couldn’t stop apologizing, going on and on about taking me to the hospital,” you’re trying to tell him through your giggles and before you know it, full laughter leaves you at the thought of your friend.

he looks at you with dazed eyes and a dopey smile, laughing along with you, starting to recount his own memories of your shared friend.

conversation seems to just flow naturally between the two of you. with each time the joint is passed back and forth, you learn another piece of information about the man in front if you, and vice versa. it’s comfortable.

at some point, you are both pretty settled into your highs, melted into the couch watching some random movie.

you look over at jaemin, and he looks more handsome and cozy than you remember a couple hours ago. he was within arms length, and if you wanted to, you could just reach over and-

“__, are you okay?” jaemin’s call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts.

embarrassed by your staring and what just went through your head, you try to keep it as cool as possible, but you know that your thoughts are threatening to seep out.

“yeah, i’m good, just thinking of heading out soon since it’s getting pretty late,” you assure him. at this point, a few hours had passed since you arrived and it was safe to say you needed to go home and cool your head before you said or did anything you’d regret.

he nods in understanding and tells you he will be right back. you’re not too sure what he’s up to, but he comes back quickly wearing a hoodie and helps you to your feet with a gentle hand. he picks up your order from the kitchen, and walking to the front door he grabs his keys and starts to put his shoes on.

“are you heading somewhere, too?” you ask, and he looks at you blankly.

“i’m walking you home?” he states as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. you told him somewhere along the line that you lived close by, but you didn’t expect this.

“jaemin, you don’t have to, it’s only 20 minutes,” you try to assure him.

you know that it isn’t the safest to walk by yourself at this time of the night, but you don’t want to trouble him.

“i do have to, and i want to.” you know he’s really made his mind up, seeing his serious expression, so you give up any further argument at his response.

your thoughts tell you he’s just being a good friend, but your heart hopes its something more.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, jaemin with your order in hand. he walks you to the front of your apartment building, handing you your bag once you arrive.

“i had a lot of fun today, hope we can do this again sometime,” he says with that same look he had when he gave you your first freebies.

“same here, i think that would be really nice,” you respond, internally celebrating that he enjoyed your time together just as much as you did.

his normal dopey grin comes back at that, and he bids you a good night, waiting until you are inside your building to start his walk home.

only when you get back to your room do you realize you forgot to pay him.

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over the next few months, you find that jaemin never lets you pay. he’s officially become your plug and smoking buddy. you never stop protesting and offering to pay, but in that time you’ve also gotten to know how stubborn he is.

“friends get free shit.” he shrugs, as if it’s just common sense.

friends. the word stings a bit. you’ve come to learn that his charms extended so far beyond what was offered to customers. so much so that you’ve come to want more than friendship.

but again, you also don’t want to ruin what you’ve got growing and make him uncomfortable. this has to be a platonic experience for him, right?

that’s what you tell yourself, keeping your hopes at bay. you don’t want to risk anything.

on a particularly stressful work day, you come to pick up your usual order when he notices something is off. he frowns seeing you so tired and noticeably upset, immediately leading you inside with his hand gently resting on your back.

“what’s wrong?” he asks feeling your forehead for any sign of a fever. you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with him over your time together, closing your eyes at his touch.

“nothing, just a tough day at work,” you murmur, just wanting to get your order and go home to lie in bed. a harsh argument with your manager today left you feeling frustration bubbling in your throat with no way to let it out.

“i know something that might help?” he offers. he brings you straight to your usual spot on the couch, and goes to the kitchen, returning with a familiar decorated bag.

“you didn’t,” gasping as he starts to lay its contents out on the table.

the bag included your go to order from your favorite fast food place, complete with a strawberry smoothie.

“i didn’t expect that it would be a perfect day to do this, but i’m glad i did.”

your eyes start to sting.

his kindness is coming at a moment you needed it most. he’s always been kind, and that has not changed at all since the day you met him. tears start to fall.

“wait, did i mess up your order??” his eyebrows furrow and he starts to get up, scanning the food on the table.

you shake your head, grabbing his arm to pull him back into sitting.

“no, just thank you, thank you so much jaemin.” you’re trying to compose yourself, but the same warm hand you’ve come to know and love starts to rub circles into your shoulder, making you cry more.

you lean into him, letting yourself let go of your frustrations of the day. jaemin encourages you to talk, wrapping his arm completely around you and whispering sweet affirmations in response to your worries.

after what feels like forever passes by, you find yourself relaxed in his arms with his head resting on yours.

“thank you and i’m sorry jaemin, i know that was a lot,” you say as you turn your head to look at him, realizing how close the two of you were.

he leans back, still with an arm around you. “i’m gonna pretend i only heard that first part. you’re never too much and you don’t have to be sorry about letting your emotions out. not with me.”

you really don’t understand how he’s telling you exactly what you need to hear.

at this point, the feeling slowly blooming over the past few months has really has made itself clearer than ever to you.

you like him. you like him so much.

you whisper your thanks again, and he shushes you, with his eyes moving down to your lips.

“you’re welcome, now let’s smoke a little?” he asks quietly, and you nod, figuring you would appreciate the relaxation of your body and hopefully, your heart as well.

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jaemin lets you use his facewash and a towel to freshen yourself up after crying, and has a pipe freshly packed for when you come back.

after your usual passing back and forth, you’re melted into the couch watching tv yet again. jaemin has his arm wrapped around you just similar to how he did at your earlier cry session, but this time his hand is around your waist, rubbing absentmindedly.

you don’t mind at all, pressed into his side as you both watch a cute cat cartoon. you look up at him, staring at his lips as thoughts start to sprout. you’ve noticed his obsession with wearing lip balm, and it’s really paid off. they look so soft and you can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like against yours.

he doesn’t lean away this time when he notices your gaze, looking into your eyes with his own hooded ones. you don’t know if it’s the weed giving your thoughts life, but your voice is leaving you before you know it.

“can i kiss you?”

you gasp after realizing what you’ve said, moving to get up, but his arm wraps tighter around you, stopping you from separating yourself from him. staring down at you with lidded eyes, he closes the distance between the two of you.

his lips are even softer than anything you’ve imagined.

his pecks turn into full kisses, and it’s only a matter of time before things turn more heated, jaemin slipping in his tongue to meet yours. the two of you kiss for what feels like forever, getting lost in the haze.

your mouth chases his as he starts to pull back, and he smiles against your lips. he fully pulls back look at you, and leans in to pepper soft kisses on your neck.

“you are toooo cute.” he mumbles against your neck, and his warm breath gives you goosebumps.

“do you want me?” he asks, and you are speechless. you’ve been wanting him, thinking of him while sober and not so sober. you’ve dreamed about this, yet now that he’s offering himself on a silver platter all you can do is nod. he slightly tightens his hold on your waist.

“words, baby.”

your embarrassed face presses into the top of his head as he continues to lay kisses down your throat. you can only hope that this is not just a really, really good dream.

“i want you, jaemin. so bad.”

immediately you are pushed onto your back on the couch, jaemin’s lips back on yours and your hands threading through his hair.

he slots himself in between your legs, grinding into you slowly as your hips jump up to meet his. he begins to kiss a trail from your throat down to your stomach, his warm hands finding their way under your shirt and sweatpants to meet your bare hips.

“can i take these off?” he punctuates his question with a snap of your waistband.

“please,” you reply, feeling yourself begin to ache, but suddenly jaemin remembers something.

you look at him confused as he gets up, reaching around to two handles at the bottom of the couch. he pulls the handles, and you are met with a whole new couch section.

“you’re telling me it was a pull-out couch this whole time??” you complain. your nights with him were comfortable, but the extra couch space to sprawl out changes everything.

“hey, it’s usually just me on this couch and i have more than enough room, so i kinda just forgot okay?” he pouts as he returns to his task, pulling your sweatpants off of you.

you start to laugh until you feel his warm breath on your underwear. the sight of him looking at you from between your legs is something straight out of a wet dream, and you’re pleading.

“please jaemin..”

“please what, angel?”

you clench at the new nickname. you crave nothing more than for him to bury himself between your legs.

“please touch me.”

he pushes your underwear aside, and dives right in. you gasp at the feeling, feeling the wind knocked out of you as your hands immediately meet his head.

he groans at the feeling of you alternating between pushing his head deeper and tugging at his hair. the vibrations send chills down your spine, and your moans increase in volume as he lays sloppy kisses over your bud, eventually sucking it between his soft lips.

if you thought his lips felt heavenly on yours earlier, his lips on your most intimate parts takes it to a higher dimension. at some point, he slips your underwear completely off, getting right back into action.

he doesn’t let up, slipping his middle and ring fingers into your entrance, slowly thrusting in and out.

you feel the tension build in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter until a curl of his fingers sends you over the edge with a strangled moan. he works you through your orgasm, laying a final kiss before making his way back up your body at the feeling of your hands pushing his head away from your core.

“are you okay, angel?” you look at his smiling face, his beautiful lips covered in a wet sheen. if this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up. something hard and hot at your thigh snaps you out of your admiration.

“i’m perfect, jaem, but how about you?” you ask as you catch your breath, shifting your thigh against his bulge.

this catches him off guard and a deep groan leaves him. it’s music to your ears and you want to hear it again and again.

“let me ride you jaemin. please,” you present the idea to him and he brightens up, only to pull a worried expression.

“are you sure it’s okay? do you have enough energy?” he’s still the same jaemin you’ve come to appreciate, always wanting you to be comfortable. you just want to make him feel good, too.

“of course jaemin, i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want to.” the worried expression leaves at your words as he takes off his pants and underwear. you pause as he reaches under the couch and pulls out a condom that he rolls onto his aching member.

“is there any other surprises this couch has?” you ask jokingly.

he laughs and he helps you up into straddling him as he leans against the back of the couch.

you grind on him as he softly pecks at your neck, feeling the vibrations of his low groans on your skin. you raise yourself and begin to lower yourself onto him, hissing at the stretch of his cock inching into your entrance.

“fuck, so fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out inch by inch, helping by pushing his hips up to meet yours. you moan at the feeling, with no one you’ve ever hooked up with being as thick as jaemin.

you bounce slowly, and you build a steady rhythm as you shut your eyes at the almost euphoric feeling. the combination of his cock reaching far deep into you and the weed coursing through your system has your entire body tingling. you open your eyes to peek at jaemin, who looks to be going through the same thing.

his brows are furrowed, and he’s letting out delicious groans with each bounce. he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours, and like magnets your lips meet.

“you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands move from your hips to your ass and he plants his feet into the couch.

a harsh thrust has you clinging onto him for dear life as he starts to piston into you, chasing your highs.

the two of your moans fill his living room as he speeds up, hitting you deeper and deeper until you’re reaching another mind numbing orgasm. your pulsing sends jaemin over the edge, and he pulls out, pulling the condom off to finish himself over his own stomach.

you plop onto your side, too tired to hold yourself up as you detach yourself from jaemin. you feel the weight of the couch shift and start to drift off until jaemin shakes you gently.

“sleep over? you can borrow some clothes and we can finish that movie.” you’re way too tired to think about going home and don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon, so you’re quick to mutter a sleepy “okay.”

he gives you a hoodie and some pajama pants, and he goes back to his room to change his own clothes.

coming back to the sight of you in his hoodie, jaemin smiles to himself before sliding in with you to retire for the night.

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you are surprised to see that first night did not sour your growing friendship at all. movie nights and order pickups still continued, but the two of you fall into a different kind of routine. weed was slowly pushed from the center relationship. yes, he would have you over to smoke you out, but more and more you find that you get lost in conversation or a show before you can even take one puff.

either way, half the time you ended up finding yourself under him, or him under you. afterwards he lets you sleep over or walks you home after a short nap, depending on the time and if you have work.

while you’re glad nothing got awkward, you couldn’t help but feel disappointment from your growing desire to be more to him. to have more of him. all of him.

it always was some combination of talking, eating, smoking, sleeping, or fucking with jaemin, but the two of you never talked about what your relationship was. you’ve become comfortable with your arrangement, being willing to put aside the pangs in your chest to continue these nights with him.

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“he got you, didn’t he..” shotaro teases over the video call, catching up on the past few months since his move. he zeroed in on the numerous times you mentioned his recommended plug, knowing the charming nature of his friend.

“why are you saying that like you knew it would happen??” you bite back at his teasing, and he quickly clarifies.

“no, no, i was genuinely just introducing him to you as a plug, but i’ve known the dude for a while. he’s a great host, a great friend and overall, he’s a reeaaally great guy. if something happens, i approve.”

he’s echoing a similar jaemin spiel to the ones he went on before you met the man, but you can’t help but agree now that you know him just as well.

“i know, i know, but let’s talk about something other than jaemin.” you haven’t talked to taro in a while, and you didn’t want to spend your whole call recalling how well jaemin’s treated you. the more you think about it, feelings of uncertainty in the nature of your relationship also follow.

“okay, well anyways, i’ve been into this really cool new strain. they call it strawberry shortcake and it’s just crazy, you need to try it.” before you can respond, taro cuts in.

“you might need to get it somewhere else, though, let me see if another of my buddies around there has it.” you haven’t gone to any other plugs since you met jaemin, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to start now.

“don’t you think i can just get it from jaemin? he’d probably want to try.” he gives you a perplexed stare in response.

“i don’t think so, jaemin hates strawberries. i’m surprised that hasn’t come up at all?” the news from taro leaves you shocked.

you recall how jaemin didn’t have your beloved strawberry cough in stock when you first met him, but since then he’s never ran out. he could have just said from the beginning that he doesn’t carry it in stock.

was he buying it just for you? is he smoking what you like even if he doesn’t? if he is, what does that mean? the thoughts threaten to send your mind spiraling.

you try to push them aside to continue your chat.

once you finish your conversation with your friend and head to bed, you fight against a hopeful little voice in your head telling you that jaemin might just feel the same way as you.

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the next day, you initiate plans with jaemin, wanting to finish up a show the two of you started. he lets you know you can come over that evening after some customers leave, assuring you they won’t take long.

you head over to his place, heading up the elevator. you’ve never seen any of jaemin’s neighbors before, so you’re surprised when the doors open to a gorgeous girl. her hair is a slight mess, but she works it.

she offers a polite “excuse me” before going into the elevator to head down. as you pass her, you get a whiff of something very familiar.

fresh herbs, florals, and something.. sweet? you ponder on the scent on the short walk down the hall to jaemin’s. he opens the door with the same smile as always, and leads you inside when you smell it.

the same scent you smelled at the elevator.

strawberry cough.

“did you get started without me?” you try to keep a light hearted tone, trying to pry as much as you can without giving your suspicisons away.

“just a bit, a customer came by earlier and wanted to try out some of my stash, but they didn’t want to smoke alone so i had a hit or two.” he smiles innocently. your eyes move to the tv to see the show you were planning to watch already playing on the screen. your heart sinks.

jaemin is a really good guy. he’s so special to you and you feel like slowly but surely you’ve become just as special to him.

when you sit down, you ask him to put on a different movie, wanting to continue the show another time. you can’t seem to focus and the joint passed to you tastes a little more bitter than usual. your thoughts fester.

jaemin is a really good guy, but he is good to everyone. he’s so special to you, but you’re not sure anymore if you have even began to brush the surface of being anything more than a good friend.

even if you’re sleeping together, you weren’t exclusive, and it’s not like you’re the only one he watches shows with or his only smoking buddy, either.

neither of you ever moved to define what went on between you two, and that little voice from last night is telling you now that maybe there just wasn’t anything in need of defining in the first place.

you finish the movie with minimal conversation and ask him to walk you home, citing your change in demeanor to a long, tiring day.

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wanting to sort out your feelings, you decide you need a break from your regular visits, but 1 week of excuses and avoiding his invitations quickly turns into 3.

“shit.” you check your weed jar to find your strawberry cough stash running dangerously low. gnawing at your lip, you still can’t find it in you to reach out to jaemin, even if its just as a customer.

you’ve wanted to go back every time he’s invited you, but since the day you concluded that nothing actually special was going on between you two, you don’t know if you can act normal. you don’t know if you could lay under him, looking into his deep brown eyes and not tell him you are probably madly in love with him.

you needed some time to cool your feelings off. you’d be back after you sort it out, and everything would hopefully go back to the way it was.

you head to work and put your thoughts aside for now, actually grateful that there’s a line of customers to keep your mind busy. when it slows down a bit, you see a familiar face of a boy with rose gold hair.

yangyang was a friend you met through shotaro, seeing him in a lot of blunt rotations you’ve been in at shotaro’s functions.

“hey, yangyang! how are you?” you ask cheerily.

he’a quick to return your greeting, always being a pretty chill person to see even if you don’t know each other too well.

“not too bad, just running some errands. heading to my plug later, how are you?”

a lightbulb turns on in your head at his plans. the answer to your dilemma has arrived.

“better now, could i ask you a favor actually?”

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jaemin hears his doorbell ring, but he’s slow to get the door. he knows it’s not you, so what’s the rush? he grabs his customer’s order from his kitchen table and heads over.

even though he knows it isn’t you, a part of him wishes it was. he hasn’t seen you in 3 weeks, and it’s driving him crazy. you’ve just rejected another invitation to finish up that show you started, and he’s lost count now of how many times that’s happened.

he knows you’re busy, but he can also sense that something is off. he’s been scouring his memories for anything he could have done to upset you for the past week or so, but he can’t come up with anything.

he tries to assure himself that it’s just a schedule thing, nothing personal. he’s gotten used to your smoking habits, and he knows you’ll be running low soon.

it’s only a matter of time until you need to come see him, right? he can only hope that you want to.

he opens his door to see yangyang, one of his regular customers. he’s expecting a quick transaction, not really in the mood for small talk.

“hey yangyang, everything’s here.” jaemin hands yangyang the bag.

“hey, thanks. really quick though, can i add on an eighth of strawberry cough if you have any?” yangyang asks.

“i might, you trying something new?” jaemin responds, interest piqued at the familiar strain.

“nah, picking up some for a friend,” yangyang responds. jaemin’s eyes narrow slightly.

yangyang usually gets the same few things in rotation every time, but he’s never once asked for strawberry cough. jaemin wouldn’t think anything of it usually, but he’s a little sensitive at the mention of your favorite.

“oh, do i know them? maybe a potential new customer?” jaemin tries to disguise his prying as a new opportunity for him as a plug, but he’s just hoping the bad feeling in his gut isn’t true.

“it’s for my friend ___, they asked me to pick some up. do you know them?” his heart drops at the mention of your name.

jaemin goes silent for a second.

“..gotcha, i think i’m actually out right now but i’ll let you know when i have some back in stock.” jaemin lies, knowing he has a couple bags left, but there’s a bitter feeling making his stomach turn.

yangyang shrugs and says he’ll let you know, and then he’s on his way.

shutting the door with a heavy sigh, he goes to lay on his couch, which he’s had in its full pulled out state since the first night you slept together.

he remembers your dazed, glossy eyes, soft lips, and the way you lean into him. he remembers the way you look when he’s got you pressed into his cushions.

he hasn’t heard your voice in so long, the sweet sound of your laugh. he misses you.

jaemin picks up his phone.

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when you get his call, you’re lying in bed already. it’s 7pm on a friday night, and you are spending it moping around instead of going out with your friends.

you miss jaemin, his apartment, his smile, the way he’d spoil you in so many ways, everything. you’d rather be laying on that couch right now, but you know you shouldn’t.

it’s just as you start to push jaemin out of your brain that your phone starts ringing with that familiar caller id. his picture pops up, a cute one you took of him in his bedroom after a smoke sesh awhile back.

caught off guard, you end up picking it up right away, and the voice you’ve missed so badly sends waves through the speakers.

“hi, angel, are you free this weekend?”

that nickname with his deep voice is already undoing any “cooling off” you’ve done in the time apart from him.

“i’m not sure yet, what’s up?“ your voice comes out clear despite your nerves.

“i know you’ve been busy, but i thought you might be running a little low on your stash, can i come by to drop some off?” he offers.

your first instinct is to make up an excuse because you honestly aren’t prepared to see him, but you feel like you’ve made enough excuses by now. you’ve missed the sound of his voice and hearing it over the phone is your breaking point.

as much as you’ve tried to push aside your growing feelings, it’s only fair to both you and him if you finally lay down your boundaries.

“actually jaem, if you’re still free tonight, can we finish that show?”

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even though he insisted on picking you up, you decide you need the 20 minute walk to jaemin’s to calm yourself. your head is full of so many “what if’s,” and in no time you find yourself in front of his building. you see a familiar head of dark hair standing outside.

“there you are, angel,” he says as soon as you are in his sight, and he brings you into a tight hug. you immediately relax into his hold, not realizing how much your body missed his familiar touch.

“i-“ you start, but he shushes you.

“it’s cold out here, let’s go upstairs.”

he takes you up to his apartment, and you’re happy to see it’s still as comfy as you remember. he’s got the heater on, and it feels good on your cold face. he seats you on his couch as he always has, rubbing your arms up and down to get rid of the last bit of outside chill.

“what have you been up to? it’s been so long since i’ve seen your face, baby.”

while it isn’t new for him to be this cuddly, it’s usually later into your nights together. you remind yourself your intention for tonight, and you decide you need to get this over with.

you separate yourself from him, putting some space between you.

“i’ve been okay, jaem. but i came because i really need to talk to you.” he waits for you to continue, anxiety growing at your somber expression.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to come around anymore.”

jaemin frowns deeply. “i mean, it’s already been a while since you were over, even if you’re busy i don’t mind waiting, it’s no pressure at all?”

“no, i don’t mean that. i just don’t think i can stay in this sort of relationship with you anymore.” you are dancing around what you want to say, but it’s just so hard to get it out.

his heart sinks.

“because there’s someone else around?” you jump at jaemin’s voice, which has lowered at your words.

“what?”

he runs his hand through his hair frustratedly. it’s the first time you’ve seen him this distressed.

“jaemin, where is that coming from??” he says nothing, and it seems like he’s also having a hard time figuring out what to say.

“look jaem, this isn’t on you or anyone else. i’m grateful for all you do for me, you’re a really good friend and i love the time we spend together.” you bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“but i feel like i’ve started to rely on you too much, to expect and want more. it’s a lot, too much even. i don’t want to get my hopes up about anything, so i need to back off a bit.”

“hopes up?” jaemin looks at you with an unreadable expression. “what do you mean by that?” his own hopes start to rise.

you look down at your hands, debating on what to say. but you owe him the truth, even if it changes things between the two of you. honesty and time could save the platonic bond, even if it severs any hope of a romantic one.

“i like you jaem, i like you a lot and i don’t think i can be just friends with you, at least for right now.”

the silence following your confession is deafening.

he calls your name gently, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“___, my angel.” he repeats.

he takes your hand gently in his, and your eyes move from your hands to see him smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. his warm soft lips fit perfectly with yours and you melt into him, your hands threading through his hair. he kisses you like a starved man, and he pulls you closer and tighter.

you’re breathless when he pulls away after a while, his lips red and starting to swell.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear that.” his eyes are piercing through you.

“i like you, too, and i don’t want to just be your friend. i’m sorry you had to say it first.” you want to cry hearing his confession, but instead wrap your arms around his neck and bring him back into a heated kiss.

you have to be dreaming. you’ve only thought about putting a stop to your feelings for jaemin for almost a month now, but the feeling of this man being in your arms knowing he feels the same way now is so surreal.

jaemin pushes you gently to rest on your back, his hand moving down as his lips stay glued to yours. he feels the same way. he likes you.

“angel, let me take care of you, please.” jaemin’s gaze holds so much intensity.

“i’m yours, jaemin.”

hearing that, he dives right back into your lips with a fervor even greater than earlier, his hands tugging at your pants and underwear to remove them.

he’s always been so intentional with his touches, always seeming to know the perfect way to touch you. your words, however, activate a desperation of wanting to feel more of you and it translates into his rushed, almost clumsy hands.

he cups your heat with one hand as the other sneaks under your shirt to knead at your chest.

you are getting wetter by the second, and jaemin pushes one finger into you. your lips leave his as you moan loudly at the intrusion, and his head moves down to meet his hand at your core.

“jaemin, wait.” he pauses.

“i want you to feel good, too.” jaemin chuckles.

“don’t mind me baby, there’s no greater pleasure for me than making you feel good.”

his words have you wanting to press his skillful mouth onto you as soon as possible, but you stop yourself. “let’s do it together then.”

his eyes almost bulge out of his head at the idea, and the idea goes straight to his cock. he can already feel himself pulsing with need.

“69?? you are too fucking good to me, angel.” and immediately he has you flipped over, with your heat hovering over his face and his cock in your hands.

he starts to lick at you, straining his neck up while you get to work taking him into your mouth. you get into a good rhythm, feeling his groans on your core.

you feel him smile as he harshly tugs your hips down onto his face. you gasp, trying go back into hovering. jaemin’s strong hold doesn’t let you move.

“don’t hover, sit on my face, please.” he goes in again on you, alternating between slurping loudly and swiping his tongue all over.

your legs give out at this and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you pressed into him. you give a hard suck on his tip and take him back into your mouth. the vibration from your moans has him seeing stars.

“oh my god,” he mumbles into your core. he separates himself from you for a moment.

“baby, baby stop, sit up, angel.” he pulls you off of him.

“that pretty mouth feels too good, gonna cum too soon,” he pants. “i’ve got you, just sit pretty and leave it to me okay?”

you want to keep going, but jaemin’s back at your entrance like a madman, pulling you to sit on him completely again. his tongue reaches deep into you. he’s moving your hips back and forth, and his chin digs into your bud.

the sudden onslaught of pleasure is too much, and he has you cumming on his face with a loud cry. he helps you ride through your orgasm and you detach yourself from him as he catches his breath.

when he rises, he moves to pull a box from under the couch, but you stop him.

“no, no, please just give it to me, i want to feel all of you.” he looks at you concerned.

“i’m on the pill and i haven’t slept with anyone else since we started fucking, so please just do it.”

his heart is absolutely swooning at your pleading for his dick and your revelation that you’ve been his since the beginning. he stations himself between your legs.

“you’ve got it, baby, you’re my only one, too.” with that, he inserts himself into you, his tip beginning that delicious stretch.

it’s been a while since you’ve fucked him, and jaemin takes his time inch by inch despite wanting nothing more than to ram into you in one go.

“you’re mine, angel, i like you so much and i want you all for myself.”

he groans as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to him, but he can feel himself throbbing inside of you.

“please move, jaemin, i need it so bad.” he’s more than happy to oblige, starting to speed up his thrusts gradually until he’s fully thrusting in and out.

he reaches so fully deep into you, and he pulls out all the way to his tip before snapping his hips into you again.

“you’re so perfect. my angel, my baby, my ___.” he’s whispering sugary sweet words into your ear, and that in combination with his thrusts make your head start to float as your eyes roll back. this feeling is better than any high weed could give you.

“jaemin, jaemin, jaemin,” your cries of his name only encourage him to go faster, hit deeper. his hand presses into your lower stomach, and his fingers rub circles into your bud.

“cum for me, you can do it, just let go.” and you do just that, your back arching off the couch. jaemin pulls out and immediately plunges his fingers back into you to ride out your orgasm.

at this point, his cock is leaking, desperate and throbbing with the need to cum, but he wants you in one more way tonight.

he flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and teasing your slit with the head of his cock. he plunges back in with a deep groan and begins fucking into you.

your head is clouded from your orgasms and the feeling of overstimulation, and you almost dont feel him reach for something. you hear the clicking of a lighter.

looking behind you, you see jaemin lighting a pipe, all while fucking into you still. he takes a deep inhale, holding it in before blowing it out away from you.

if you had this view on video, you’d be able to get off to it anytime, anywhere. you clench around him tightly as you see him blow out the smoke. your eyes are glued to him.

he notices your gaze. “do you want some, pretty baby?”

you nod hurriedly, turning your head back front as his thrusts push you up the couch. he takes another hit.

a strong hand reaches around to pull you so that your back is pressed against his front. he turns your face to him as he blows smoke into your open mouth. you clench even tighter, and he closes the distance and kisses you sloppily. the smoke is seeping out past both of your mouths, filling the room.

“you’re mine. i’m yours, only yours.” he growls into your ear.

he fucks into you, holding you around your mid section with both of you on your knees. he lets go to hold onto your hips and you slump back onto the couch, unable to hold yourself up. he speeds up, thrusts turning sloppier by the second.

“f-fuck, angel. i’m so close. let me fill you up, i’ll give it to you so good.”

you clench at the promises he’s moaning out loud and he gets closer and closer to his peak. his thrusts are all over the place, desperate to finish as you lock your ankles around his to start rocking your hips back onto his.

“could treat you ten times better than anyone else. no one else for me. you’re the only one i’d ever want or need, only you.”

his sugary words are spilling out and the feeling is all too much as his hips stutter, cumming inside you with a deep, strangled groan. you milk him dry as he empties himself into you, toppling over to lie next to you.

the two of you lie side by side, trying to catch your breath, and he pulls you close to him.

you are emotionally and physically exhausted, but jaemin gets up after a few minutes, coming back with a towel and hoodie.

he cleans you up and helps you to your feet to use the restroom.

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when you settle back into the couch after getting ready for bed, he puts on your show as you cuddle into his side. everything feels so familiar, yet so different without the feelings of uncertainty. you look up at him.

“when were you going to tell me you hated strawberries?” your question catches him off guard.

“who said that??” he chuckles nervously, but he knows he’s been caught and there’s no arguing.

“no seriously, you didn’t have to force yourself or buy that strawberry cough just for me.” you do feel a little bad that he was, even if it was his own free will.

he pauses.

“i just needed something to keep you coming back, aside from my pull out couch of course,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. but his words hold truth.

“you should’ve known a month in that you didn’t need strawberry cough to keep me coming back,” you let out a little laugh at how cute he was being.

“imagine the betrayal i felt knowing that you were going to someone else for it though??”

you look at him confused. gears click in your brain when you remember the rose-haired friend you'd talked to earlier that day.

“oh, you know yangyang?” it makes sense given jaemin, shotaro, and yangyang share many mutual friends.

“yes i know the asshole. gonna monopolize it so you don’t ever cheat on me again.” he pouts.

“yes, yes, boyfriends get official exclusive plug rights,” you joke. “as long as you’re not smoking my strawberry cough with anyone else.”

“i won’t even sell it to anyone anymore, it’s reserved for my angel only. and boyfriend?” he smiles and kisses you gently. “i like the sound of that.”

after a few more kisses, you turn your attention back to the show, but jaemin pulls his pipe back out.

“does that mean we can smoke something not strawberry flavored tonight?” he asks, looking relieved.

you laugh and give him the OK, and he’s more than happy to pull out a whole array of different strains he’s been wanting to try with you. you sweat at the variety, but you know you have more than enough time to try them all now that you’re sure he’s yours, and you’re his.

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if you got this far, thank you so much for reading! this is my first full length fic and i hope to write more in the future <3 i hope u enjoyed! shares and feedback are appreciated -coco :)

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RULE NUMBER 1: DON’T FALL IN LOVE

PAIRING: jeno × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fake dating, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex, drunk sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, penetration, usage of nicknames, themes of jealousy, mentions of jaemin and other dreamies, mentions of karina and yunjin, lmk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT: 16.2k words

SYNOPSIS: your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my loves <3 i couldn’t get lee jeno out of my head and here we are now :3 i hope you guys enjoy it! i wanna thank my loves @ddeonuism and @celeste-hoon for helping me with the ideas and dialogues <3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

Drink and forget.

That was your plan for the night, and what’s a better way to achieve it than attending a party with your friends?

“Woah! Girl, slow down,” Yunjin scolded you, taking the shot glass out of your hand, “it’s been half an hour, Y/n. If you take another shot then you’re going back to the dorm.”

You groaned, “you know why I’m doing this Yun. I should’ve listened to you and Rina.”

Hyuck whined, “what’s the point anymore? You didn’t listen to them and still fell for him instead of me which resulted in him breaking your heart.”

That earned him a smack on his head by Ningning, who now turned to you with a smile to lighten up your mood, “it’s been two weeks already, babe! Let’s forget about him and dance—” she said, her last word trailed off as she stared at the party entrance, the same time the music got loud.

“I can’t believe he left so easily,” you whispered to yourself, gulping down your sentiments before paying attention to where your friends were staring, turning around to look at the entrance gate.

There he was, the reason why you had been cooped up in your room, crying your heart out. The reason why you were drinking to numb your feelings, yet it all went downhill the second your eyes fell on him.

Na Jaemin.

His walk was confident, his sculpted face looked more charming than ever as he sported his ever so gradient smile looking indifferent to what had happened between you both.

Topping it all, he had a girl clinging on to his arm, giggling as she pulled his arm to be pressed between her tits. She was clad in a mini dress which barely hid her ass and your friends glanced back at you with a nervous expression on their faces.

Your face, however, remained stoic as you exhibited no sign of emotions despite feeling the anger burning up inside you, your fist clenching as you saw them walk towards your group.

You couldn’t believe how Jaemin was the same guy who used to give you shy smiles whenever your groups used to sit together as he was a close friend of Mark and Hyuck.

Your friends had warned you, they did, but you were so blinded by his innocent face and pure smile which held secret promises of sincerity and a hope of something more. You took your time to notice that he cared for you, even waiting outside your classes with a bouquet at times.

He had you swooning, ignoring the warnings and signs you should have seen coming. His sweet talk lured you right into his trap, and you found yourself saying yes to him in a heartbeat, marking the onset of your honeymoon phase. It was dreamy, to the point even your friends were convinced he had changed his ways and finally decided to settle down.

Yet, deep inside you could feel your gut telling you that it won’t last, and he proved it just right when he forgot your one month anniversary, when he forgot the flavour of your favourite ice cream, when he didn’t bother calling you or taking you out on dates.

When he admitted that he was bored and wanted out.

It lasted for two months before he decided to break up, leaving you standing by yourself in your dorm, tears cascading down your face before your roommates heard a broken cry leave your mouth. Yunjin and Karina never left your side after that.

Others tried to talk some sense into Jaemin but it was as useful as a chocolate teapot.

The hope of him regretting his decision went downhill when you saw him with this new girl, barely two weeks after your break up, the corner of his lips turned up into his usual smirk as he stood in front of you all, getting no smile or greetings yet he didn’t mind.

It was a rare sight to see his best friend frowning, nonetheless a frown of disappointment settled on Jeno’s lips.

Despite the loud music and the array of sweaty bodies dancing all over the room, you could feel the deafening silence in the circle of your group until a small whine came out of Jaemin’s new girl toy, who pouted and whispered something in his ear, giving you the opportunity to look at Yunjin, who looked equally disgusted at the exchange.

The girl must have asked him to introduce her because he nodded with his usual smile, turning around to face everyone as he spoke up, “hey guys! Meet my new girlfriend.” He motioned at her to speak up.

Her fake giggle made you want to throw up, and you noticed how you weren’t the only one who felt this way as Hyuck excused himself from the conversation, rolling his eyes, which made you smile.

That didn’t stop her, “hi guys!” She exclaimed, dragging out the hi, “I’m Linda.”

A series of snorts and coughed up laughs emerged as she proceeded to introduce herself, which included you who tried your best not to laugh at her oblivious state, completely disregarding the fact that she was not welcomed here.

No matter how heartbroken you were, feeling like a fool as Jaemin’s eyes took your outfit in wasn’t something you’d allow to happen. You didn’t bother excusing yourself as you left the circle, Yunjin following you in a beat as you just missed the whine Linda let out at your disrespectful actions.

“The fucking audacity?” Yunjin was furious, your inner turmoil matching her expression, “I can’t believe he’s got the nerve to bring that bimbo here.”

You wasted no time in gulping down your fourth shot, no one bothered to stop you this time, knowing well you needed it as you tried to keep your tears at bay, it was too late to say you regretted saying yes to the player.

Your body felt hot as your mind clouded into a hazier state, the confidence overpowered your painful state, your legs taking you to your friends who knew you were drunk beyond your capacity as you danced with them, rolling your body and letting yourself free.

Yet the one thing that never left your mind was revenge.

You wanted revenge.

The booming voice of your alarm clock was successful in contributing to your raging headache as you opened your eyes with a deep groan, feeling disoriented and your hangover building up.

“Fuck—” you muttered, shutting up your alarm.

You were surprised to notice the medicines and a bottle of water that was kept on your nightstand, and you didn’t waste a second before gulping it down to help your headache as well as your parched throat.

Being grateful that it was a Sunday, you slumped back down, trying to recall the night but the only memory that stayed in your head was the one of Linda squishing Jaemin’s arm on her boobs. Your jaw clenched at how easily he moved on.

Just then, Karina entered the room with a small smile. She was the only one who looked normal as she wasn’t at the party yesterday.

“Oh! I was just coming to wake you up. We’re all going out for brunch since no one is in their right mind to cook,” she informed you with an amused look, noticing how you were still wearing your dress from last night.

A shower was exactly what you needed at the given point as you tried your best to get ready in fifteen minutes, your mind filled with ideas to take revenge, no matter how childish it sounded. But how? Well, searching the net didn’t help much. You weren’t going to post a bad picture of him in the name of revenge.

It also wouldn’t work because it was impossible for him to have a bad picture.

You sighed, linking your arms with Yunjin and Karina as you got out of the car which the latter drove as you walked inside your usual diner to see everyone sitting together after aligning the tables.

Hyuck pulled you to sit with him, he barely had his eyes open as Mark went on telling everyone how Hyuck got pissed drunk last night and made out with his knee while crying.

The scene was easy to imagine which made you all burst into laughter at the poor boy who could only whine, “your knee tastes like mustard!”

The laughter died down when you felt a repeat of yesterday happening yet again. It was a friends only brunch, but apparently, Jaemin’s Linda didn’t get the memo.

You could see his best friend trailing behind him yet again and you wondered how Jeno handled Jaemin despite his actions which now made everyone uncomfortable to some extent.

“Should I punch that asshole?” Hyuck asked, whispering in your ear and you sighed for the tenth time today, shaking your head as you completely ignored the two people and focused on eating and chatting with the ones who made you feel better, however, you could feel Jaemin’s eyes staring at you.

You just wanted to go back, already tired of the couple who couldn’t keep their public display of affection at bay. Now you were sure it wasn’t just the hangover that made you wanna puke.

“I think I just lost my appetite,” you commented, causing the guy in front of you to snigger.

You looked up for the first time to see Jeno sitting opposite to you, sending you a smile once he saw you looking his way, which you returned easily.

He usually kept to himself and he wasn’t the talkative one in the group. You had only talked to him while greeting him whenever your groups met, and once when Jaemin got drunk beyond control at a party and so you had to call Jeno to pick him up. Your interactions were limited to him because of one person.

Your smile dropped the second you heard that annoying giggle again, Jeno only looked your way with a small frown after as you averted your gaze back to your lap, gulping down your anger.

The sound of a message notification from your phone grabbed your attention, and you opened it to find your group chat being active.

Uni haters 🤬👊🏼 (minus Jaemin)

mOrk: uhh yo guys this is awkward 😬

hyuckie: can’t believe i lost my title of annoying king to jaemin’s gf??? 🤬

ningx2: she’s not even a guy

yunjinnie: but she’s annoying

ningx2: can’t argue w that 🤪

rinaa: let’s just eat and leave as soon as we can, the air is suffocating me 🤕

you: too late i can’t eat anymore 🤡

injun: im leaving i can’t w this bullshit, she didn’t even wear her wig properly

mOrk: holy shit? she’s got a wig on?!?! 😨

You laughed as you noticed Renjun calling the waiter for the bill, which you all split as soon as you can and made your way out of the suffocating place, leaving the two in there as Jeno too decided to leave early.

The drive back home was barely five minutes long, which soothed your nerves as you sang along to old songs Yunjin played on the speakers.

They could notice how you looked exhausted, but it was more than that, they knew you had something in your mind and it was related to none other than your ex.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Yunjin asked once you entered your shared dorm room.

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine!” You tried laughing but it came out fake, causing Karina to raise her brows.

“Spill. Right now,” she ordered, making you sit in between them as you clicked your tongue in annoyance, which wasn’t directed to them.

“Fine. I want revenge,” you confessed, “he looks so happy and unbothered as if nothing happened? How can he say hi to me as if it’s the most casual thing in this world after he broke up with me saying he got bored? Ugh I hate his guts!” You ranted.

“So, do you have any plans for that?” Yunjin asked.

“Not really,” you muttered, “safari really recommended me to flirt with other guys in front of him,” you laughed, picking at the pillow cover of your couch.

Yunjin refrained herself from snorting, “would he be jealous of a random guy though?”

Karina laughed along, “yeah it’s not like you can date his best friend to make him jealous?”

Your eyes widened, your head turning slowly as your lips curled into a devilish grin, immediately causing your friends to exchange nervous glances and speak up.

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re considering this,” Karina blinked, incredulous.

“Listen—” you started, only to be cut off midway.

“No way,” a breathy laugh left Yunjin as she tried to contain her words and make you understand without any cussing.

“It’s not a bad idea, okay?” You tried to convince her.

“So what? Are you gonna seduce Jeno?” She asked.

You laughed which sounded more like a pfft, “of course not, silly! We’ll fake date each other!” You said, face shining as if you had presented the greatest idea known to mankind.

“Be so for real right now,” Karina deadpanned.

“Lord, Y/n think straight. This is real life, you’re not in a cheesy rom-com movie or a book,” Yunjin provided her input.

“I know! But I just have to make him jealous for what? A month before he gets bored of that Linda girlie, and maybe Jeno would agree to it too!” You nodded at the possibilities.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Yunjin rubbed her eyes, “me either,” Karina said as they both looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

Your smile only got wider, “this is the best way to make it work!” You announced before looking at Karina sheepishly, “please send me Jeno’s number Rina,” you said in a sweet voice, knowing she was the social butterfly of the university before you waved a goodbye at them, walking into your room, formulating a plan alongside.

“This is gonna be a disaster, right?” Karina asked Yunjin, sighing.

“Oh definitely, it’ll be a show.”

You walked in your room, contemplating if it would be alright to discuss this on text or if you should meet up with him, the latter option was more plausible yet scary because what if Jeno laughed at you? What if he didn’t agree to work with you for the sake of his friendship.

With such a stupefied idea, the possibilities were endless. Besides, you weren’t gonna ask for a lot, just a little hand holding, maybe hugging but nothing beyond that. You have to play pretend and smile a lot around each other. That would sell your drama and that would make Jaemin jealous and realize that he lost a gem.

You waited and thought about it for a few days before finally giving in.

You took a deep breath, giving yourself a last nod of encouragement before you picked up your phone, saving the number Karina had forwarded you and clicking on his profile before sending a text.

To: Jeno🐾

You: heyy jeno! 🥰 it’s Y/n, can we meet up?

You wondered if that emoji was too much, but you did not get enough time to ponder upon it as Jeno texted you back in a minute.

Jeno🐾: Hey, Y/n :) sure, is everything okay?

You: yess! i just need to talk to you about something :3

Jeno🐾: How about Starbucks at 5?

You: perfect, i’ll be there ^^

Jeno🐾: See you <3

Your mouth widened at the heart at the end of the text, before you brushed it off, thinking that he sent it by mistake. You kept your phone on the nightstand, standing in front of your closet to select an outfit for your meeting.

The plan was made, you just had to discuss it with Jeno but you had never talked to him before, maybe that is why your heartbeat rose up. He was a good looking guy, there’s no denying that and you’ve heard that he was one of the smart ones too.

You bit your lip as you straightened out your top, rethinking your life decisions. There was no backing out now. You looked in the mirror again, satisfied with your outfit and makeup. You knew you looked stunning as you grabbed your phone and bag before driving Karina’s car to your desired destination.

The place was almost empty except for a few people who sat and worked on their laptops. It was easy to spot Jeno, his dark hair shone under the dim lights of the cafe, he pushed his specs up for it to rest on his perfectly pointy nose, his lips parted ever so slightly as he focused on reading a book which you had never heard the name of.

His aura looked calming, which boosted your confidence as you made your way towards the table he was sitting at. It was near the window, at the end of the cafe, which gave you enough privacy. Somehow the seating choice felt very Jeno to you.

Clearing your throat, you mustered up your courage, smiling slightly. “Hey, Jeno!” You spoke, looking him in the eye.

That was enough to capture his attention, he looked up at you with a smile that reached his eyes.

He looked adorable.

“Y/n! Hey, come sit please,” he said, gesturing at the seat on the opposite side of him.

His eyes were soft as they looked at you sitting down, noticing a strand of hair which you tucked behind your ear, finally looking up at him, trying to find the right words to start the conversation.

“Isn’t it weird how we’ve never talked before?” You chuckled, causing him to nod with a small laugh.

“That’s true. How can I help you today?” He asked, keeping the book aside, carefully placing a bookmark before doing so.

You kept your confident smile on, “I needed your help with this hypothesis I have,” you nodded as you explained it to him, and he was sure that the meet up was for academic purposes now, “so I need to take a little survey. Can you answer some questions for me?” You asked.

He nodded as you took out a notepad and pen from the bag you were carrying.

“Sure, I’d be glad to help,” he smiled, eyes turning into soft crescents, which you stopped to stare for a second too long before realizing that he was waiting for your questions.

You snapped out of your daze as you started scribbling on your notepad, “your full name?”

“Don’t you know it?” He asked, confused.

“Shh just answer, it’s the official protocol.” You huffed.

“Lee Jeno.”

“Gender?”

“Seriously—”

“Just say it!”

“Okay, fine. Male.”

“What’s your age?”

“I’m 23.”

“Introvert, extrovert or ambivert?”

“Introverted.”

“Marital status?”

“What?”

“Single? Okay. So on a scale of one to ten, how willing are you to help me get back at your best friend by being my fake boyfriend?” You asked, your smile never faltering.

Jeno blinked once, then twice. “You lost me on that one,” he spoke up.

His eyes displayed a mixture of shock and amusement, and maybe it was your figment of imagination that you saw him snigger but you weren’t the one to give up.

Your lips jutted out in a pout, eyes shiny as you looked up at him, “c’mon! You won't let a girl beg for a little help, right? Especially when she was hurt so very deeply by the said ex, right?”

Jeno looked at you, your pout only deepening in the hopes of him accepting your idea. He only leaned on his arm, coming closer with an enthralled smile.

“So what you’re suggesting here is that I fake date you to get back at my best friend for hurting you?” He confirmed and you nodded enthusiastically, “how’s it going to work?”

“Easy! Jaemin isn’t the one who gets affected by a lot of things but if I date his best friend, that’s you, then he would get jealous and would regret breaking up with me,” you explained, “then I won’t take him back,” you announced, triumphant.

Jeno nodded, as if contemplating whether the offer was worth it, “what do I get out of it?” He asks.

“A fake and pretty girlfriend of course,” you smiled, “and a chance to teach your best friend some manners,” you shrugged as if it was a win-win situation.

Jeno’s expression didn’t give out what he was thinking and you were patiently looking at him for some sort of answer, hopefully a positive one.

“Do I have time to think?” He asks.

“I would give you some but then I’m an anxious being,” you stated which elicited a laugh out of him as he never expected that coming out of you.

But he had seen it all, the way Jaemin behaved with you. He forgot all important dates, gave priority to his parties and the friend group which was potentially harmful for him, not to mention that his reason for breaking up was worse than the worst excuse, saying he got bored, only to find a girl two weeks later. Jeno truly hated Linda as she accidentally broke his favourite vase while he made out with Jaemin in their shared apartment.

“Fine. How are we going to go about this?” Jeno sighed, giving in finally as he saw your face practically lighting up with excitement.

“Wait! Does this mean you’re in?” You asked just to be sure.

“I don’t think I have any other option,” he teases but you don’t mind, you were simply enjoying the feel of victory already, “so, now what?” He asks, finally realizing what he had gotten himself into.

Fake dating.

“Now, we’re going to set some ground rules, which of course, we’ll write down and sign as a contract,” you say, getting a page out of your notepad.

“Like that one movie by Jenny Han?” He raised his brows.

You stopped to think for a second, “yeah but it’s not like we’ll fall in love or something,” you shrugged with a laugh and he nodded.

Y/n and Jeno’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina

Break up once the goal is reached.

Goal: make Jaemin regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Signatures

You passed the sheet to Jeno, “anything you’d like to change?” You asked as he read it all, and you noticed his brows slightly scrunching as he did so, exactly how they were scrunched when he was reading his book earlier.

“I’m assuming you told your friends already,” he pointed out rule number six, to which you nodded sheepishly.

“No kissing?” He asked, “you know no one’s gonna buy it if we don’t kiss, right? But of course, if you’re not comfortable then it’s fine.”

You bit your lower lip, wondering if you should consider it since he was right. Kissing is the easiest way to show affection, “I think you’re right, we’ll do it only when it’s required,” you said, and he nodded.

You wondered how he was so calm with all of this, and you liked that he was asking questions about it all.

“What’s with the nicknames?” He read rule number four.

“Jaemin is big on nicknames, I bet he calls you some too. He used to call me princess,” you sighed, remembering how it used to be. It hurt but the current hatred overtook that feeling.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened at his deep tone, but he only smiled, “just practising,” he said and you nodded, gulping down.

“Okay, so is the list done?” You inquired.

“Yeah, I just have to add one thing,” he said, scribbling down another rule while you asked him random questions.

“Have you ever dated before?”

He shook his head, “you’re my first,” he winked, and you wondered how he was so good at flirting.

“So—” you were going to ask another question but it seems like he knew what it was.

“I know I’m silent but it doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced,” he stated, and you were amused as it was the first time he saw him being this way, “besides, this deal of ours would benefit me by driving the girls away.”

“Right,” you snickered, looking at what he had written, “why PDA?” you asked.

“Because that’s the key to irritate Jaemin, especially with Linda around who sees no other seat but Jaem’s lap,” he explained as your face scrunched at the image.

“You really are smart,” you muttered, signing the contract before handing it to him, who was quick to sign it too before you extended your hand.

His big hand encased yours in a handshake and you couldn’t help, but notice how his fingers were slender, veins visible on his hands as his grip was firm on your hand.

You had sealed the deal.

Y/n and Jeno’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina

Break up once the goal is reached.

PDA whenever the target is around!

Goal: make Jaemin regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Y/n Jeno

Signatures

“Listen, I know plans don’t work at times, there’s no reason to be sad over it—wait why are you smiling? There’s no way—” Yunjin asked as soon as you entered your dorm after your meeting with Jeno.

“He agreed,” you squealed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Jeno? The scholar guy who’s silent for the majority of the time, the guy who’s never had a girlfriend before, he agreed to fake date you?” Karina’s mouth was hung open and you only nodded excitedly.

They both looked at each other before nodding, “now, you need a day out. We’re talking waxing, getting your hair done, and preferably your nails too since you’ve had that colour for too long and new clothes—” they made a list as they successfully dragged you out for all of it the next day, saying it’s a little something they’d want to contribute to your fake dating strategy.

You didn’t mind a bit of it, being pampered was something you loved and it was long due as you had devoted all your time to crying after your breakup.

It was when Monday rolled by when it finally settled in. You were going to pretend to date Lee Jeno, in front of everyone. Your friends gave you last minute pep talks and you were more than glad that they had decided to help you dress up too. Just then your phone rang with a notification.

Jeno🐾: Morning, sunshine <3 Ready to sell our show?

You: good morning!! i'm more than ready! are you tho? 👀

Jeno🐾: I’m already waiting for you outside, love ;)

You almost choked on the water you were drinking as you remembered the rules. You had to go to the university with him, “bye guys! He’s here,” you said to your roommates, getting up and grabbing your bag as you made your way out in a hurry.

Jeno was standing by his car as he lived in the apartments and not the dorms, which was ten minutes away from your university campus. As for your dorms, they were a solid five minutes walk from your room.

He looked up from your phone as he heard you walking closer to him, “hey,” he smiled.

“So punctual, you’re right on time,” you said, “seems like you’re excited.”

He chuckled, opening the passenger seat door for you, “I can’t say I’m not excited to see other’s reactions,” he admitted as you sat down inside, thanking him softly.

Jaemin had never once opened the door for you.

He got in the car, focusing on the road, “what’s the goal for today, princess?” He asked in his deep tone.

You blamed your overly sensitive skin for the tingling you felt due to his voice, also sitting to notice how his face looked like a sculpture.

“Soft launching our relationship,” you answered, clicking his picture.

“In the cafeteria, during lunch then?”

“Exactly! You just have to sit next to me and smile, that’ll be enough for Hyuck to suspect something,” you explained the basic plan just in time as you reached the university parking lot.

“Why? Do I never smile?” He asked, getting his seatbelt off.

“You do, but only to our group. Others get a neutral expression only,” you pointed out as if you had analysed him fully.

“Wait,” he stopped you from opening the car door, getting out and opening it for you with a tiny smile.

Well that worked since people were nosy enough to notice a girl coming out of Jeno’s car, which is a scene that never occurs.

He politely offered you his hand as he helped you stand up. His hand was warm juxtaposing your cold ones, as he pulled you towards him, your shoulder pressed against his chest, which you could feel was chiselled, he definitely had pecks.

“Smile, princess,” he whispered, and you overcame your state of hyper focus on him before putting on your best smile.

“What are we doing?” You asked, your smile never faltering.

Jeno was somehow really good at looking at you with fondness in his eyes, he’d be a nice theatre guy if he takes up acting.

“Dropping my girlfriend to her class, of course,” he said smoothly, and you started walking, hand in hand.

“You’re pretty good at this. Are you sure it’s your first time?” You teased, noticing others staring at your hands.

“Why? Do you think I’m a good boyfriend?” He asked back and you were truly amazed to see him retorting to your questions, given that you had barely seen him talk before.

He felt your hand slipping and quickly intertwined your fingers. The gesture made sure to send a shiver down your spine.

Jaemin never held your hand while walking.

“We’re just getting started, we’ll see how it goes,” you suggested, causing him to nod and continue the conversation you had left off.

“So what you were saying back in the car is that people perceive me as someone who’s mean?” He tilted his head in question.

“Of course not! They perceive you as someone who’s unapproachable.” You say seriously, you both stopped walking as you had reached the class.

He blinked at you once. You blinked back.

And you both burst out into soft laughter before he ruffled your hair slightly, bending down to your level, “study well, princess.” He winked, walking away to attend his own lecture.

You tried your best to focus on the lecture as you jotted down the notes alongside, however the feeling of thrill kept your leg bouncing the entire time, your mind working out possible scenarios with everyone’s reactions.

Soon, the classes were over and it was the time for your lunch break, which also meant that it was the time for you and Jeno to act in front of everyone else.

“We’ll cheer for you,” Karina said and you could only laugh at her expression. She still couldn’t believe that you were going through with this.

From the entrance of the big cafeteria, you could easily spot the table where everyone had already assembled.

“Ready?” A deep voice whispered in your ear, successfully causing you to jump back.

But Jeno was quick to grab your waist and pull you closer before you could trip, his eyes equally widened as yours, “god! You scared me,” you said, breathing in deeply to calm your heart.

You could feel his scent infiltrating your senses, it was a perfect blend of woody and citrus, which was also paired with slight musk and mandarin. He smelled really good.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said, letting go so you could stand straight.

His eyes were full of worry, mouth slightly agape and you smiled to let him know you were okay. “Now, smile and talk,” you said as you both walked into the cafeteria.

“Do I really never smile?” He asked you, “because people are staring.”

“I told you already! You smile only with our friends and we have never really talked before, at least in front of others,” you laughed.

The whole group went silent as the two of you approached. Haechan was the first one to raise his eyebrows as you sat down with him, but Jeno didn’t sit next to Jaemin. Instead, he sat down next to you.

Linda, as usual, was sitting on his lap, but that didn’t stop Jaemin from staring at you and Jeno.

“Something is fishy,” Hyuck pointed out.

“What is?” You asked, feigning innocence.

Jeno was silent when he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You could feel your stomach tingling, and he simply smiled your way.

“Firstly, I saw you getting out of Jeno’s car in the morning,” Hyuck noted, “secondly, he was holding your hand and he walked you to the class. Thirdly, he’s been smiling nonstop.”

“Dude, no way!” Mark simply laughed, thinking it’s another one of Hyuck’s joke.

Ningning looked lost while Renjun seemed to be focusing on your expression, “I don’t think it’s one of his jokes this time,” he said.

“It’s really not!” Hyuck whined, glad that Renjun was agreeing.

“Does this mean—” Mark’s eyes widened.

“—that they’re dating,” Yunjin said, acting her best as she widened her eyes, almost standing up at the confession.

A series of gasps left their mouths, “what?” They collectively exclaimed.

You tried your best to hold in your laugh as Jeno turned to look at you, and from the side of your eyes, you could notice Jaemin staring at you deeply with his jaw clenched.

“They are! Look! He’s got his arm around her waist,” Hyuck exclaimed in an overdramatic way.

“Guys—” you tried to say but Jeno stopped you.

“It’s fine, princess. They know now,” he smiled, pulling you even closer in a side hug.

That caused Ningning, Mark and Haechan to scream while Linda squealed, jumping on Jaem’s lap.

Jeno caressed the corner of your lip adoringly, “no need to hide it from our friends, baby,” he said before looking up, “Hyuck is right, we are dating.”

“What the fuck?”

“Since when?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you fuck?”

All eyes turned to Ningning in disbelief as she asked the question, “what? I’m curious,” she shrugged, everyone looking at Jaemin subtly to observe his reaction.

You leaned into Jeno’s chest, making yourself comfortable as you saw everyone chatting excitedly, your eyes settling on your ex for just a moment to see his furrowed brows and hardened eyes, a vein popping out from his neck.

Day one, successful.

“So you’re dating now, huh?” Jaemin’s voice asked Jeno as he entered their shared apartment.

Jaemin was sitting on the couch, face devoid of expressions as he asked the question.

Jeno chuckled softly, gripping his bag tighter as he walked into the room, standing in front of Jaemin, “yeah. Who would’ve seen that coming?”

That caused the other boy to chuckle along, but it sounded strained, almost ending with a scoff, “I certainly didn’t see it coming.”

“You don’t sound happy for me,” Jeno said, his tone teasing.

Jaemin was trying hard to keep his smile up, “What makes you think so?”

“Your smile. It’s strained,” Jeno pointed out, grabbing the bottle of beer in front of Jaemin and taking a sip out of it.

Jaemin clicked his tongue, looking Jeno dead in the eye, “how can you date her? What happened to the bro code?”

Jeno remained calm, “why? Weren’t you the one who was done with her?”

“She’s my fucking ex, Jeno,” he snapped.

“That’s right, she’s your ex. She’s not yours anymore, she’s my girl.” Jeno smiled, keeping the beer back on the table before walking away.

“Oh! And, try to be happy for us now, I don’t want my princess to be sad because of us, yeah?” Jeno gave him his infamous eye smile before returning to his room.

The plan was working.

You didn’t have morning classes the next day, which is why you had to walk to the main campus instead of getting a ride with your fake boyfriend. Yet you left your dorm an hour before your lecture to meet up with Jeno as he had something to tell you.

The one thing you liked about your University was its beauty, the gardens and fresh flowers only heightened up your spirits as you tried to find Jeno in the garden of the STEM faculty, which was mostly empty.

You spotted Jeno waiting for you by a tree. He was reading the same book he had in the cafe the other day, you had also noticed how frequently he used to go to libraries during your relationship with Jaemin. He loved to read.

“Hey,” you said, standing in front of him with a smile.

“Hey there, princess,” he replied, making you tilt your head.

“Why are you calling me that? We’re alone right now,” you laughed.

“For practice, of course,” he said in a beat before he handed you a cup of coffee, the exact one which you get from your favourite cafe nearby.

“How’d you know?” You blink, surprised at his sweet gesture, also thanking him for it.

He shrugged, “I’m known to be attentive,” he said.

Jaemin never knew your favourite drink.

“Jaemin talked to me yesterday,” he told you as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah?” You asked, stepping closer to hear what he had to say.

“Yeah, he truly hates this setting. He asked me how I could date you.”

“Oh my god, he didn’t even hesitate? What did you say back then?” You asked.

“Hold on—” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you around, his hand resting on the back of your head as he pushed you against the tree.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyes widening as he leaned closer, making your heart beat out of your chest as you looked into his honey brown eyes which were surrounded by little specks of gold.

“Jaemin,” he breathed out, “he’s here and he’s looking our way.”

To Jaemin, it might look as if Jeno and you are kissing but his lips are still inches away from yours, his scent pleasing your olfactory receptors as your ex only scoffed and walked away.

“Oh,” you said in understanding.

Jeno only chuckled, “so, he went on saying how you are his ex and I shouldn’t be dating you,” he continued to tell you the story.

Only Lee Jeno can talk so calmly in such a compromising position. You wondered if Jaemin had left already.

“What did you reply?” You asked, voice coming out in a whisper as your body became aware of his hand which rested on your waist.

“That you’re not his anymore,” he claimed, “that you’re mine now.” He said, breathily.

You gulped down your nervousness. You knew it was a part of the act yet you couldn’t help but feel your skin tingling ever so slightly as you nodded.

“Is he gone?” You asked, referring to Jaemin.

Jeno blinked twice, finally looking up to see no sign of your ex anymore as he stepped back and you breathed in deeply.

“The plan is working perfectly then,” you let out softly.

He nodded, eyes crinkling.

“I almost forgot,” you gasped, “Yunjin gave me this idea that we should go on a date!”

“A date?” He asked, knowing that it’ll just be the two of you there.

“Yes. It’s honestly just to make it believable. We can go out, click pictures and have a good time by eating good food,” you said, looking in his eyes for confirmation.

“Sure, let’s do that,” he agreed, making you smile as you said you’d text him the details before rushing to your lecture.

Jeno simply leaned back, staring at your rushing figure with tender eyes.

Another week had gone by swiftly and the only thing that bothered you were the girls who came up to you, asking if you were truly in a relationship with Jeno, to which you said yes with the sweetest smile you could muster, crushing all their hopes of having a future with your fake boyfriend.

Hyuck was hellbent on knowing more about this newfound relationship of yours, Ningning simply wanted to know if the calm and silent guy was good in bed, Yunjin and Karina were amazing at acting as if they didn’t know it was fake. Mark approached Jeno as he tried to get a few tips out of him since Mark wanted to man up and confess to his crush.

As for Jaemin, you haven't seen him for the past two days. He didn’t sit with your group during lunch, nor was in any of your shared lectures. Even his girlfriend came to ask you guys if you had seen him. Only Jeno knew that Jaemin had spent the past two days drinking at their apartment.

That was the least of your concerns as Ningning kept asking you random questions.

“Favourite hair colour on guys?” She asked.

“Black looks heavenly,” you admitted.

“And haircut?” She asked Karina.

“Anything as long as it’s not a bowl cut,” she winced, distaste for that haircut clear on her face.

“But guys, undercut looks so fucking hot, you have to admit that,” you pointed out and everyone seemed to agree with you.

The conversation was casual but Jeno decided to take it up a notch and surprise you with something you had decided upon, yet never executed.

“Let’s go on a date today, baby,” Jeno suggested, again making everyone stop and stare at you both.

“Dude, how are you so cool?” Mark whined, wanting to do the same with his crush.

“I thought you were shy, but I guess the silent ones are the freakiest,” Ningning commented.

“He’s literally talking about a date, Ning,” you sighed.

“I can't believe he took you away from me,” Hyuck shook his head as you gave him a look.

“You guys were never together in the first place,” Karina reminded Hyuck, and he sobbed dramatically.

Jeno looked at you expectantly, his eyes seemed bigger than usual and you could swear they were shining just the perfect amount. It somehow made you look away, biting your lower lip in the process before you nodded.

“I’d love to,” you admitted.

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at five,” he said, grabbing his bag and swinging it on his right shoulder.

He noticed how you looked happy this particular day, your face had a certain kind of glow to it and your smile was brighter. It seemed as if you were doing better now, and your friends really loved to see you this way.

He bent down, touching your cheek tenderly, pressing his lips on your forehead ever so gently, making your eyes flutter close at the soothing sensation.

“See you then, princess,” he whispered, looking at you one last time before going to attend his next lecture.

“Did he just?” Hyuck covered his mouth.

You were just as shocked as the others, not expecting any kind of PDA at all, especially when Jaemin wasn’t around. That was the first time he had done it. You bit your lip yet again, looking down at your lap, trying to contain your smile.

Yunjin and Karina looked at you before looking at each other with a knowing look.

Then they smiled, wishing for the best.

“What do I even wear?” You huff in distress, looking at your roommates who looked like statues seeing your bed full of random clothes tossed around.

“You can simply ask him where you guys are gonna go, it’s not like you’re actually dating and it’s a surprise,” Karina pointed out.

You stopped, saying, “you’re right actually,” but then you whined, “I don’t wanna ask him such simple things, help me out guys.”

Yunjin sighed, mustering her stylist expression as she gave your wardrobe and your bed a once over, quickly getting all articles of clothing she wanted before handing them over to you, solving your problem in two minutes maximum.

“Don’t you think this dress is a little fancy? I mean, we’re probably going to a local cafe,” You asked, cocking your brow.

“Just trust me and wear this babygirl,” Yunjin said, using her usual nicknames.

You had just finished applying your lip oil, concluding your makeup as you got a notification from Jeno saying he was outside your dorm.

You smiled unknowingly at the text, a feeling of excitement, or rather, giddiness creeping up your stomach as you bid your roommates goodbye, grabbing your purse and not forgetting to thank them for tolerating your tantrums.

Walking out of the dorm and towards the exit, you stopped as you saw Jeno leaning against his car, which wasn’t an unusual sight for you, however, you had never expected to see him in a black jacket, thinking that he’d be clad in his usual hoodies.

His hair was neatly trimmed as he sported an undercut, which he didn’t have in the morning, meaning he got it cut right after your classes.

Right after you revealed your liking for the particular haircut.

“Jeno,” you whispered, walking closer to him, noticing how he wasn’t wearing his usual specs either, probably opting for the lenses instead.

He was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixated on the flower he held in his hand, completely immersed in his thoughts before he looked up to see you standing right in front of him.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his heart pounding slightly as he noticed the light breeze gently swaying the hem of your dress, “you look beautiful,” he smiled, dissipating your jittering nerves and sending a wave of warmth through your chest.

“You look so—” you tried to find the right word, eyes never leaving his face as you had never seen him look so bold before, “captivating.”

He laughed at your statement, “here,” he said, extending his arm and passing you the flower he had gotten for you, the tips of your fingers brushed against his ever so slightly, “glad I could captivate you, sweetheart,” he whispered, winking at you.

You were left stunned, wondering where did he get his sudden boost of confidence from as you sat inside his car, watching him start the car, gripping the steering wheel normally, yet it made the veins of his hands pop out.

You cleared your throat, “so, where are you taking me today?” You asked him.

“Well, that’s something you’ll have to wait and see,” he teased, building up your anticipation.

“Okay, is it far though?” You asked, falling into a conversation with him so easily, and he told you it would be an hour long drive, making you wonder where you were off to.

There was something so endearing about others sharing their favourite things and talking about them, you loved to hear all of it and you felt even better seeing Jeno comfortable around you as he went on telling you about the books he’d been reading and recommending the ones you’d like.

One hour felt like a few minutes with him, time passing by effortlessly. Your lips parted in surprise once you saw where you were.

It was the fancy restaurant you’d been wishing to visit from the past year, but never got a chance to do so, “oh my god, I really wanted to come here to eat,” you told him, smile brightening and you were glad you had dressed up for it.

“I know,” he said, extending his arm for you to hold.

You looked at him, incredulous, “how?”

“I asked Karina,” he admitted as you held on to his arm softly.

You were thoroughly surprised at his revelation, knowing that he could’ve taken you to any normal place nearby but he chose this. You were in awe at how beautiful the interior was as you focused on the little details here and there.

“You didn’t have to do so much, Jeno,” you whispered, loving how his skin shone under the light of the chandelier.

He shook his head softly, eyes never leaving your face, “I know it’s a fake date but it doesn’t mean that I’ll take you to our usual cafés, you deserve more than that.”

You breathed in softly, breaking eye contact and looking at your fiddling fingers. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest. Everything he did felt so genuine and well thought of. He cared about your likes and dislikes, he always took a note of your preferences.

Jaemin never did that.

“You’re too fucking sweet,” you muttered under your breath so he can’t hear it.

“Hm?” He asked, menu in his hands as he scanned it thoroughly for all possible options.

“Nothing,” you smiled, getting your phone out and clicking a few candid pictures of him, which did capture his attention.

“What’s that for?” He looked at you with big eyes, his face giving out the cutest expressions despite him looking tough in his undercut and newfound style.

“Why not? Can’t post my boyfriend on my story now?” You asked cheekily.

It was something you both had decided you’d do, the likes and replies flooded in soon as your friends were flabbergasted at the fact that Jeno had cut his hair and dressed up so well.

You both decided upon the dishes you wished to have and the waiter noted it down kindly, leaving you two alone to talk after.

“Won't you post me too?” You asked.

“I will, you just have to wait for a while. I promise it’ll be the prettiest picture ever,” he said, full of confidence.

“Well, that’s a challenge then because I don’t usually like my photos,” you smirked and he leaned in.

“We’ll see how that goes,” he challenged.

It was great that you could share any kind of emotions with him, whether it was you being goofy, him being silent, or you being nervous as he turns to be confident. It was a mix of everything.

Soon, your food was served to you and even the scent of the scrumptious meal was enough to make your mouth water as you hummed with delight with just one bite, saying it melted just perfectly in your mouth.

You didn’t notice him watching your eager face, loving your reaction as he felt like he did the right thing bringing you here. Until you catch him watching you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked cluelessly, pouting as you ate another bite.

“Actually, yeah there is,” he said, leaning closer to caress the corner of your lip with his thumb, brushing away the crumbs gently as you simply sat with your heart pounding at his gesture. Even more so when he smiled, licking his thumb, “all done.”

“You’re really so good at it,” you muttered, and this time he heard it.

“At what?”

“If you do this,” you said, gesturing at your lip, “to any girl then she’ll definitely swoon over you.”

He raised his brow, “why? Did you like it that much?”

An awkward chuckle left your mouth as you tried to dismiss his question, “I’m just saying,” you state, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

He only laughed, “alright, sweetheart.”

You whined, and the other families around looked at you both with soft eyes, thinking you both were cute together as his eyes turned into crescents at your behaviour.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so at ease being out with someone. That wasn’t just all, Jeno insisted on taking you to another place for a little walk. Night had fallen as you walked together on a rather empty bridge, yet it was a pretty sight—water reflecting the glistening stars along with the crescent moon.

“How’s Jaemin?” You asked all of a sudden, not noticing Jeno’s smile faltering for a fraction of a second.

“He’s coping in his own way. I bet he’ll be back to uni tomorrow. But he definitely regrets it,” Jeno lets out slowly, “isn’t that your goal?”

You stop walking, trying to find the right words, “yeah,” you whispered, “but it’s not over until he confronts me himself. I need some closure,” you said, looking at him with a teasing smile now, “why? Don’t wanna be with me anymore?”

He licked his lips, biting his tongue as he smiled, which you noticed was another habit of his, “of course not. It’s good to have someone to talk to.”

“Yeah? Then tell me more about you,” you said, looking at the water as you folded your arms over the railing.

He was silent for a few seconds, joining you to lean on the railing, “I’ve always been the shy kid I guess. I was the one who always used to read sitting in the corner of a class and so, I never really had friends.”

You didn’t glance at him, letting him speak freely. Jeno was one of the kindest souls you had ever met and it was obvious even in the little time you had known him. You wanted him to be happy.

“Jaemin was my friend ever since we were kids, our families are really close so he was forced to befriend me. He didn’t mind it, he was the kindest child and helped me talk to others, he was also the reason why I met you guys,” he sighed, “Jaem was always first when it came to everything, he led the way for me and I let him do that each time.” He turned his head, looking your way as he whispered, “until I realized I should’ve been the first this one time.”

You couldn’t understand what he was referring to, yet you understood that Jaemin was dear to him, however his recent actions caused him to drift apart from Jeno.

A flash of light took you out of your trance. Jeno had clicked your picture, “show!” You said, almost jumping closer to him and his shoulders rose up as he laughed when you tried to get his phone from his hands.

“You’ll see when I post it,” he said.

You whined again, “but what if I look bad in the picture?”

“You can’t ever look bad, sweetheart,” he said earnestly and you could feel your cheeks heating up as you closed your mouth shut, biting your lip as you looked away shyly.

He chuckled, “let’s get you home now.”

You checked the time on your wristwatch, “oh, yeah. It’s late.”

You both started walking towards his car, getting off the bridge as Jeno saw you shiver with the sudden gust of chilly air hitting you.

He wasted no time in getting his jacket off and passing it to you, “here, it’s cold.”

Your eyes widened to see him wearing nothing but a white tank underneath which displayed his muscles as the moonlight accentuated it further. You never knew he worked out, your eyes travelling to his arms which were veiny.

Jeno looked unreal, almost like the bad boys you’d see in a movie but his well sculpted face made him look like a Greek god. He really had it all.

You didn’t even notice you had stopped walking as Jeno wrapped his jacket around your figure, smiling slightly as you reached the car, his scent enveloped you aa you hugged the jacket closer to you.

“T—thank you,” you spoke, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering.

“Can’t let my girlfriend freeze now, can I?” He stated more than asked.

He helped you get in the car by opening the door, which he always did. It was another habit of his which you found endearing. He got in the car soon, looking your way before he leaned in all of a sudden, his face inches away from yours, causing you to stop breathing for a few seconds.

The shape of his lips was beautiful.

He leaned back soon, dragging the seatbelt with him as he secured you in your seat. The proximity reminded you of how he kissed your forehead in the morning, and your mouth worked before your mind could as you asked him about it.

“Uh, so—why did you kiss my forehead in the morning?” You inquired.

He most certainly was not expecting that question, and his expression gave it away, “your friends were watching,” he stated, licking his lips, “and Mark was suspicious as we never kissed before or did anything other than hand holding,” he explained.

“Did he ask you about it?” You questioned, hugging the jacket closer to your body.

Jeno hummed as a reply, seeing you get comfortable on the seat with droopy eyelids, he knew you were going to fall asleep soon and he let you.

His heart could only take so much for one day.

He made sure to drive safe, glancing at your sleeping figure from time to time and he swore you looked like a baby when you slept.

You reached back safely and he stopped the car, he didn’t wish to wake you up when you looked so at peace. He called out your name softly, coming closer to pat your shoulder.

You stirred in your sleep, opening your eyes slowly to find Jeno close to you.

“We’re here,” he spoke, voice low.

“Oh,” you blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the street lights as you got out of the car, not expecting Jeno to get out along with you.

You looked at him in question and he just shrugged, his muscles flexing in the process, “let me walk you to your door,” he said.

Jaemin never walked you to your door.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a gentleman?” You asked with an amused smile.

“Not when it comes to you,” he uttered quietly.

Heat rushed up the tip of your ears now that you stood in front of him, “Jeno—” you whispered, “thank you so much for today. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun on a date.”

A fake date, you reminded yourself.

“It’s good to see you happy,” he took a step closer, “good night, princess.”

He was gentle as he slowly brushed his fingers on your forehead to tuck your hair behind your ear, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a featherlight kiss. You closed your eyes, the warmth of his kiss lingering on your skin as he bid goodbye to you.

He was walking away by the time you could open your eyes and breathe again, not even bothering to ask for his jacket back from you.

You looked around your place once to see if your friends were watching this time.

They weren’t.

Your room had a tranquil atmosphere as the moonlight coming from the window lit it up. Your roommates were already asleep in their respective rooms as you got changed into your sleepwear and took your makeup off, carefully keeping Jeno’s jacket on the bed, not once thinking that your pillow would exude a scent like him too.

It was hard to sleep, as if you had a feeling of giddiness bubbling up inside of you. Even after tossing and turning, you couldn’t find a perfect position to sleep, not to mention how your mind had created a montage of today’s date, replaying it over and over.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes shut, hoping you’d get some sleep before waking up for Uni in the morning. And slowly, you drifted to dreamland with Jeno’s scent lingering in the air.

Your alarm clock was your enemy. You really needed a few more minutes to catch up on your sleep, grabbing your phone to see if there’s something that could drive your sleepiness away.

There was.

Your picture was the first thing you saw when you opened Instagram, it was posted by Jeno instead of being put up as a story, which was unusual since he only had two pictures on his account—one of him and the other one of his cats.

A soft gasp left your mouth, heart thumping out of your chest as you saw the picture. The flash made you glow and you had the tiniest hint of a smile on your face as you looked at the night sky.

It was indeed your prettiest picture anyone had ever captured, it was exactly what Jeno had promised.

The caption, however, made you turn around and grab your pillow as you screamed into it, kicking your feet.

My girl, that’s what he wrote in his caption, paired with a red heart.

You knew it was for show but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach from going feral. It felt too real, the gestures, the little things. It felt more real than your previous real relationship and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

It was another day where you had afternoon classes, and so you did not go to the uni with Jeno. You had not liked or commented on the picture yet, pondering about how to go on about this.

Jeno had texted you twice, wishing you a good morning first and then asking if you had your lunch yet. You were tempted to reply but first, you gained a slight amount of courage and liked his post.

You typed a comment with the first thing that came to your mind.

You’re mine forever ❤️

Your cheeks burned up as you kept your phone down on one of the picnic benches kept around the campus, as that was the exact place you were sitting at after your classes had ended.

A very whiny and feminine voice called out your name, and you looked up to see Linda along with your ex and your fake boyfriend. The smile on her face was sickening and you wondered what they were doing together.

Yet again, you did not think twice before getting up and burying your face in Jeno’s chest, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. This shocked Jeno, you could feel him go still for a negligible second before a deep laugh boomed up his chest, you could feel him vibrate as he wrapped his arms around your frame.

“Missed me that much, baby?” He asked, patting your head.

Jaemin watched the scene unfold with dark eyes.

“I missed you so much, baby,” you whispered.

It was the first time you had used a nickname on anyone, heck you never even called Jaemin that.

A cough separated you both and now you couldn’t muster up enough courage to look at Jeno while he couldn’t stop looking your way.

“Linda wants to have lunch together, like a double date,” Jeno told you and you saw Linda nod excitedly.

“It’s so romantic! We even got the lunch packed, see!” She raised her hand to show you two bags which probably had the lunch she was talking about.

This day couldn’t have gotten more weird.

“That sounds great!” You tried to sound cheerful but it only came out awkward.

Good for you, Linda didn’t pick up your tone and clapped excitedly, “we only have thirty minutes because I have my salon appointment after so let’s be fast,” she spoke in a go.

You noticed Jeno sporting the same look of confusion as you, it was an awkward situation indeed. Jaemin didn’t say a word, only observing you and Jeno.

Jeno took the paper bag and got the packed lunches out. He had gotten you your favourite salad with grilled chicken as he opted to get the same dish for himself, not forgetting to get you coke, which you preferred to drink while eating.

He really paid a lot of attention to your likes and dislikes.

Linda really couldn’t read the room as she never once stopped talking about this new lingerie set she got for herself, “Nana liked it too,” she giggled and you tried to focus on eating, not having it in you to picture it in your mind.

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” he spoke, his words harsh.

That was the first time he opened his mouth ever since you started eating. Linda didn’t care, pouting slightly as she started talking again, “let’s play couples quiz!” She squealed.

You could feel your headache growing with her high pitched voice.

“Jeno, when’s Y/no’s birthday?” She asked.

He fixed his gaze on you, answering the question correctly. You tried not to be shocked, displaying your sweet smile for them. He actually knew a lot about you, the eye contact made you bite your lower lip before you asked.

“Jaemin, when’s Linda’s birthday?” You asked now, questioning him directly, which he did not expect.

“Third of February,” he said and Linda gasped, offended.

“That’s not my birthday!” She almost screamed, bickering with him for a solid minute as Jeno passed you a few tissues, seeing the salad get on your fingers.

“Okay, next question,” she said and she kept on asking him questions as if it was a rapid fire round and Jeno answered each of them correctly. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, he knew your favourite colour, your favourite tv show and singer, your favourite cake and song.

Jaemin knew nothing.

Linda didn’t know a thing about Jaemin either, just like he never knew a thing about Linda.

Jaemin slammed his fist on the table, getting up and walking away without any second glance, you almost jumped with how loud the sound was, your hand resting on top of your chest to soothe your nerves.

Linda ran after him, or rather she tried to run after him in her heels.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked you softly, his fingers caressing your cheek as he searched your face for any kind of discomfort.

You nodded, gulping and looking away.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your skin wouldn’t stop tingling where he had touched you, it was almost impossible for you to breathe when he was so close to you.

“Y—yeah, I’m okay. I think I should go and get my assignments done now, yeah,” you said, fumbling over your words as Jeno frowned, wondering if he did something wrong.

“Y/n—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved at him, almost running away, leaving him with a dejected sigh.

Of course, you didn’t have to answer his questions, he reminded himself. It was a fake relationship after all.

So, while you laid in your bed with your pillow clutched close to your chest, Jeno stood in front of Jaemin at their apartment.

“Since when do you eat salad?” Jaemin asked, tone somewhat disappointing laced with a hint of jealousy.

“Y/n likes it,” Jeno smiled softly, “It was hard not to like it after.”

“You hated coffee,” Jaemin almost accused.

“I like it now, it’s normal to develop your taste,” Jeno replied calmly.

“You’ve never gone on a date before, you’ve never had this kind of hairstyle before. You’re changing yourself and for what?” Jaemin sighed, shoulders dropping when he accused him again.

Jeno only bit his lip, “love does things to you and I think I'm changing for the better.”

Love.

That’s all Jaemin had to hear before leaving the room.

“Why are you sulking, babygirl?” Yunjin asked you the next day, seeing you sitting with your blanket wrapped around you, a piece of chip in your mouth as you lazily snacked on it.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, hiding your face.

Yunjin rolled her eyes, “you were squealing in the morning yesterday, what changed?”

You sighed deeply, “I guess I’m just feeling a bit down today,” you shrugged.

She sat down on the bed, right in front of you before pulling you in the most warm and comfortable hug. It was something you appreciated even more this particular day. You felt conflicted with your feelings.

It’s the little things, it’s always the little things when it comes to Jeno, it creates a bigger picture for him. But for Jaemin, it was only the larger picture with no elements supporting it.

“That’s the problem, babygirl. I’m not gonna let you drown in your own blanket all evening. You’re coming with me to the party,” Yunjin stated, opening your closet to select an outfit for you already.

Turns out that Yunjin can be a great manipulator because there was no way you’d be standing in the middle of a party with a vodka shot in your hand otherwise.

Maybe drinking would help you, it always does. It’s almost pathetic how you’re ready to get shitfaced for a whole night just to get rid of intrusive thoughts, the thoughts which consisted of Jeno and Jeno only.

You drank that shot in a go, getting another one as Hyuck tried to stop you but to no avail. Once you had taken three shots, all in a row, you turned around to find Karina, who looked as if she spent a while trying to find you.

“Y/n! Where have you been?” She asked, grabbing your hand, “come, we’re gonna play upstairs.” Without much fighting, she dragged you upstairs and Hyuck followed behind.

You wondered what Jeno would be doing right now.

The multicoloured lights were shining bright as they covered the expanse of the whole staircase, which you had trouble walking up, courtesy of your heels and a very short dress.

Karina opened the door to a room and your eyes immediately scanned the surroundings to understand who you were going to deal with tonight.

It was your whole friend group and some of their mutual friends too, however that wasn’t why you stood frozen in your spot at the given moment.

Lee Jeno, the guy you had been avoiding since yesterday, was sitting in the same circle, the bean bags, sofas and chairs were arranged to be that way, as he sipped on a can of beer which he held in his slender fingers.

Seeing him at the party was shocking enough as he rarely attended any, but to add on to it, he was all dressed up as well.

He sipped on the drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. The side angle gave you the best view of his undercut and defined jawline, your eyes travelling down to his chest, which was exposed as the top few buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, a black leather jacket covering him up as he also sported a few rings on his long, veiny fingers, a necklace gracing his slender neck.

You almost forgot how to breathe until Karina pushed you forward, which gained the attention of Jeno, who smiled your way as he expected you to come over to him.

Karina and Yunjin high fived in the background, meaning; it was their plan for you both to meet at the party.

Your heels clicked as you walked towards him, it was as if you both were the only ones in the room at the given moment. He wasn’t being subtle as he stared at you, especially how he looked up when you stood next to him.

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling you to him—which was something you never expected.

You landed straight on his lap, his arm wrapped around you securely as the other one rested on your thigh, covering up your skin which was showing, courtesy of your short dress.

Your mind blanked, you couldn’t think anymore as goosebumps rose up your arms when he spoke in his deep voice, the others also stopped to stare at you both as he was not the one to show affection in public.

Hyuck and Yunjin teased you both, yet that wasn’t something you paid much attention to. You didn’t even see Jaemin sitting in the same room, as if he wasn’t anyone to you anymore.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, making you sit close to him, your hand working on its own as it held on to his broad shoulder for support.

You should have been used to this whole fake dating plan of yours, yet you couldn’t ever get used to Jeno’s constant surprises. It didn’t feel like it was fake when it came to him and it most certainly wasn’t a help how you could feel the alcohol kicking in, his hand felt warm on your cold skin.

“Jeno,” you whispered, looking at him with hooded eyes.

However, you never got to say anything further as others had decided on playing a classic game of twenty one dares.

The first dare went to Mark, who was given the dare to kiss his crush who sat right next to him.

“Why were you avoiding me all day?” Jeno asked in a whisper when everyone else was busy cheering for Mark.

You had no answer for it, nor did you have any way to control your heart which was thumping out of your rib cage with the proximity.

You breathed out with a chuckle which sounded forced, grabbing a beer can which was on the table in front of you, “avoiding you? Why would I?” You asked, looking away.

That wasn’t much help as he was quick to grab your chin, making you look his way again, “did I do something wrong?”

His actions were bold, yet his voice was sweet and full of concern. You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, “of course not,” you whispered, not having it in you to look at him, “you’re really perfect, Jeno.”

He wasn’t given any time to react as others cheered.

Apparently, it was your turn to get a dare and the evil smile on Renjun’s face gave it all away, as if he knew exactly what was going on between you two.

“I dare you to kiss Jeno,” he smirked as everyone minus Jaemin clapped, Mark nodding, still red from the kiss.

“True, we’ve never seen you kiss,” Hyuck muttered in realization.

You stopped breathing, seeing everyone cheering for you. You had fake kissed him when Jaemin was watching that one day in the lawns, yet this was a whole different story when they were demanding an actual kiss from you both.

Jeno’s hand tightened around your waist, your dazed eyes taking in his expression as he raised his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the corner of your lips gently, as if he was asking for your permission.

You knew you were drunk, yet all your senses made you feel as thought you were the sanest person alive. The anticipation felt so painful and you could feel Jaemin’s stare on you both.

With a tender sigh, your eyes closed shut as you grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him into you.

Your lips collided in a fervent kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it ever so slightly, causing him to groan into your mouth as his hand supported the back of your head, tilting it slightly as your desire and passion fused together, transcending your surroundings.

You couldn’t hear the whistling or screaming around your surroundings, your mind completely gave in to the pretty boy, who was kissing you like his life depended upon it.

His lips were soft, perfectly moulding against yours as you moved them in harmony, letting the sheer pleasure take over your senses to the point you couldn’t differentiate between whether you were drunk which made you feel as if you were in the state of unadulterated ecstasy or it was simply Jeno’s effect on your body.

You didn’t pay attention to Jaemin, who threw the beer can on the floor, walking away from the room, nor did you care about Linda who ran after him.

All you knew was that Lee Jeno was kissing you and he was exceptionally amazing at it.

He squeezes your waist as you gasped, letting him bite your lower lip, lacking his usual self control as he mentally claimed you to be too intoxicating for him.

“Hey! Get a fucking room!” Renjun shouted.

That was enough for you to break the kiss, your eyes still closed as your chest heaved up and down, blood rushing to your cheeks as you felt tingly all over, the shiver going down your spine all the way to your abdomen.

Jeno was already staring at you by the time your eyes fluttered open. His lips looked plump, slightly swollen from how you had kissed him, the veins on his neck seemed even more prominent but his eyes—they were dark, laced with lust.

He didn’t wish to stop.

You didn’t want him to stop.

He got up from the chair, making you stand up along with him, his fingers quick to intertwine with yours as he pulled you with him, your wide eyes drifting to look at Karina who only winked at you, giving a thumbs up alongside it.

“Jeno,” you breathed, following him out and into an empty room, which he locked before pushing you against the wooden door.

You could barely stand given how weak your knees felt at that exact moment. It most certainly didn’t help that Jeno bent down to your level, the dim lights of the room making his skin shine as he asked you again.

“Why were you avoiding me, Y/n?” His tone gave you goosebumps when you heard your name roll out of his tongue.

Forming sentences felt like a tough job when his lips were borderline touching yours, “because,” you whispered mindlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Your voice was quiet, just like the room, which made it sound louder than intended as you looked him up through your lashes.

His jaw was clenched, you could notice him breathing deep, his hold on you tight and you chuckled deeply, alcohol taking over your senses, “I can’t stop thinking of you, Jeno.”

You didn’t let him reply before you pressed your lips onto his, your bodies pressed against each other, mouths moving as your lips melded and parted, his hands all over your body, every touch igniting a spark in you.

He tapped your thigh twice and you got the memo, jumping into his arms as he picked you up with ease, muscles flexing in the process but his lips never left yours while he walked towards the bed, helping you lie down as he got on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as your dress started riding up your thigh.

He leaned back, eyes fixated on yours but you only continued to pepper kisses along his jawline, and down his neck, making him growl as he stopped you from unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re drunk, baby. I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning,” he says softly, breathing in your scent as he inhales deeply.

“I’m not,” you whined, switching your positions to be sitting in front of him, trying to remove his jacket, before he stops you with his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

He cupped your cheek as you looked at him sadly, “tell me, do you not want me?” You’d ask, playing with his necklace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He couldn’t hold himself back, not when your eyes sparkled with innocence and undeniable glimmer of need, “you have no idea, darling,” he chuckles, running his thumb on your lower lip, which was still wet from your kiss, “I want you so fucking much.”

That was enough for you to smile at him, eyes hazy as you slid off the bed and got on your knees, unbuckling his belt as you fumbled with the button of his jeans while Jeno couldn’t believe this was happening.

The strap of your dress slid down, revealing more of your cleavage, that’s exactly when you helped him get out of his jeans, revealing his boxers. Your fingers grazed his clothed cock, your lips tugging up as you saw him groan, even more so when you kissed his semi-hardened cock.

His eyes never left yours during the entire time you teased him, getting his leather jacket off, leaving him in his white button up and boxers, which you pulled down in a go.

A shiver went down your abdomen, making you close your thighs with how big he was. His cock was hard, leaking with precum that made your mouth water. He had the biggest cock you had ever witnessed in your life, girth and veiny too.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you take him in your small hand, squeezing it a smidge before planting featherlight kisses all over his length, swirling your tongue around his head, he bit his lip as he took the scene in front of him. You licked big stripes of his length before taking his head into your mouth.

That snapped him out of his daze, he couldn’t take your teasing any longer. Pushing himself up slightly, he spread his legs to accommodate your body between it as he grabbed your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you took him in, your hands stroking the base where your lips couldn’t reach.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he growled, pushing your head to hold his cock in you even deeper.

You can’t help but think how he looks nothing like his sweet self in the given moment, he looks like a devil who’s thirsting for lust, his eyes dark and so immersed in your activities.

His length throbs in your mouth as you continue your ministrations, quickening your pace as you sucked him off with all you had, hearing him growl made you realize how your panties were soaking wet when you release him with a satisfying pop sound, looking up at him again.

He sat straighter, his thumb wiping the saliva that was all over your chin and lips before pulling you up on the bed, spreading your legs to see a wet patch on your panties as you struggled to take your dress off.

He chuckled deeply, “Oh, bunny. Let me help you with that,” he says cursing once he sees you without any bra, his fingers tracing your neck, your clavicle and goes down all the way to play with your tits.

However, that’s not all he does. Your toes curl when he yanks your panties to the side, immersing his tongue to tease your clit before he licks and sucks you thoroughly, humming against your folds as he gets drunk on the taste of your juices.

His tongue prods on your entrance, pushing it in as your fingers grabbed his roots, tugging on his hair which also elicited a deep groan from him, your eyes rolling back with how ecstatic you felt.

He fucked your cunt, pushing his tongue in while his thumb worked wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you squirm around, finally moaning out, “Jeno, oh god!” You cried out.

“That’s it baby, scream my name,” he whispers against you, the moist squelching noises filling up the room as you arched your back, your body shaking with how you could feel your high approaching, as he yearned for your pussy, not stopping once, as if he had completely plunged his body to focus on your pleasure and your pleasure only.

You chanted his name as if it was a mantra you had to recite, and that’s exactly when you felt your stomach tightening, a teardrop leaving the corner of your eye, cascading down your neck as you allowed yourself to feel the unadulterated bliss Jeno provided you with.

It wasn’t the alcohol, you admitted.

You were drunk on Jeno.

You breathed in deeply as he licked you up, finally getting up as he rolled your nipples between the rough pads of his fingers before he also removed his last article of clothing, leaving you to see the shadow of his abs and pecs clearly.

“Tell me you won’t regret this in the morning, baby,” he breathes out, searching your eyes as his length brushes against your sensitive cunt.

“I won’t,” you promised, “I want you, I need you, Jeno,” you cried out as his eyes turned hooded.

He silenced your loud moan with his lips on yours, your nails digging into his back as he gave a sharp thrust, filling you up till he bottomed out easily with how wet you were, kissing your tears away and giving you a minimum of two seconds before he grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head.

“Do you know how pretty you look right now, bunny?” He asks, giving you another sharp thrust, this particular one hitting your g-spot, which had you whimpering out his name, “all mine, yeah?” He asks, thrusting harder, his hips slapping your ass.

“Y—yours!” You managed to speak, eyes closing shut with pleasure.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me when I fuck your pretty little cunt,” he whispers as your wail out when his cock hits your cervix.

He takes his time to kiss and mark your neck, his teeth digging in as he sucks on your sensitive skin harsh enough to leave marks.

It was effortless how he moved in and out of you so easily despite groaning about how tight your little hole was and you felt dumb, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak. You just knew one thing and that was Jeno.

He manhandled you easily, turning you around and lifting your ass up, your face buried into the pillow as your mascara smudged, just how your lipstick was smudged all over your cheeks.

He thrusted into you yet again, smacking your ass as he saw it jiggle with the impact, another moan reverberated the room, which made him spank you twice more before he started fucking you again, your walls clenching around him with need as he gave you almost brutal backshots.

“I’m—Fuck!” You cried out, almost passing out as you breathed in deeply.

You both were so close, his cock twitched in you as his thrusts got sharper, “go on, bunny. Cream my cock like a good fucking girl,” he growled.

You withered beneath him as you screamed out his name with sheer pleasure as you reached your high, coating his cock with your juices before he also moaned deeply, fucking his cum into your glistening pussy.

He breathed in deeply as he pulled out, staring at your cunt which was dripping with your juices mixed together.

He sighed softly, holding you in his arms, “baby,” he whispered softly as you initiated a soft kiss, getting on his lap again as your heart beat rose up to the point you could hear it in your ears while Jeno felt the same way.

He could see how exhausted you were by how you started dozing off in his arms. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, he didn’t want to know. All he wanted was to have you in his arms now and freeze the time.

It took him time to get up as he helped you get dressed up again, before he picked you up in his arms, getting down to see the party winding up. You were asleep and cuddling into him, his heart still racing as he saw Yunjin smiling at you two, “take her home with you,” she said, “and you better take care of her,” she added as a genuine warning, which made Jeno nod earnestly.

He would never hurt you.

He really was perfect with how he took you to his room safely, with how he tried to remove your makeup even though he had no idea what he was doing, yet he was gentle as you slept with how drunk and exhausted you were. He made sure to change your clothes to his loose ones, just so you would sleep comfortably.

He had fucked you, however he still was respectful and tried to not look your way while he changed your clothes.

You looked so peaceful as you snuggled close to his pillow in his bed, he couldn’t help but stare at you with a soft smile as he kissed your forehead, “sleep well, baby.” He whispered as he slid under the covers next to you, holding you as if he was scared he’d lose you, his body shivering ever so slightly at the thought as he cradled you in his arms.

Jeno really was perfect.

Your body was sore, the sunlight almost blinding you, adding on to the throbbing pain in your head as you shifted around the covers, opening your eyes with a groan to find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings.

A low cry left your lips as the memories of the past night flooded into your mind, the graphic details of Jeno and you, the way he had asked you if you’d regret it.

You didn’t regret a thing.

And neither did you know how you’d face him after this. Yes, everything that started off as a fake relationship but even you couldn’t deny that none of it felt fake to you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw a little note on the nightstand saying—

Good morning, sweetheart <3 Please take this medicine when you wake up and also drink the hangover soup! I’ll be at Uni and will be back by the time you wake up, love.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You whined to yourself, kicking your feet, “why do you have to make me feel this way?” You whispered to yourself, gulping and looking at the medicines and a bowl of soup on the nightstand.

You didn’t realize that you were wearing Jeno’s clothes till you spilled a little drop of soup on it, eyes widening for the nth time today as you gasped.

You couldn’t stay anymore, you got up and rushed to grab your clothes, which were folded neatly before you changed into them with a rush, getting out of his room while you checked your phone, bumping into a hard chest.

You winced, looking up as your expression dropped.

Na Jaemin stood there, his eyes sad as he searched your face for some kind of emotion, any kind of emotion, however you didn’t give him anything, choosing to walk away but he was quick to grab your wrist.

“Y/n,” he spoke your name in desperation and you tried your best not to turn around, yet you did, looking at his regret stricken face as he spoke further, “I broke up with Linda,” he started and you almost snorted.

“Well, good for you,” you said, turning around yet again, only to be stopped.

“Don’t fucking do this, Y/n,” he breathes, eyes watery, “I know you and Jeno aren’t dating. Come back to me, baby, I regret everything I did to you, please?” He almost begs.

“Don’t call me that,” you seethed out, “you know nothing about us and it’s too late, Jaemin. I don’t want you.”

He didn’t let you leave, pulling you into a hug as you struggled to get away, “I know you’re angry and you don’t mean it. Let’s be together again, we used to be so happy,” he whispered.

“And you fucking ruined it,” you cried out, pushing him away, “you ruined everything and you never cared about us! But y’know what? Jeno isn’t like you. He’s kind, caring and he’s genuine about everything,” you let out, stepping away, “I love him.”

Saying that out loud felt like you had lifted a boulder off your chest. Your face was equally surprised as Jaemin, but you didn’t stay any longer, shaking your head as you rushed out of the apartment and got into the safety of your own dorm.

You loved Jeno.

And you were sure he didn’t feel the same, it was all fake for him. You sat in your bathtub for hours, pondering and mentally slapping yourself for letting this happen but it was beyond you. Jeno was so easy to love.

What scared you the most that he hadn’t called you once, nor did he reply to any of your texts throughout the day. Your heart broke into pieces when he didn’t show up in front of your dorm to pick you up.

You were sure he hated you for drunkenly acting up that night, maybe that’s why he kept avoiding you. You had ruined everything.

The plan for the day wasn’t to attend the classes, but to find Jeno. Every second that passed by without him talking to you felt like a punishment, as if your anxiety would eat you up through and through.

He wasn’t by the lawns, he wasn’t in the cafeteria and you could feel your eyes welling up with tears of frustration when you couldn’t find Jeno. Yet you didn’t lose hope as you thought that he’d be in his lectures.

A big smile etched your face when you found him standing in front of his locker and you sprinted his way, which startled him. It was as if he didn’t expect to see you in front of him, his eyes leaving yours for a second before he smiled at you.

It was forced.

“Jeno,” you breathed out as you felt fidgety, “can we talk?”

He bit his lower lip, not answering for a few seconds before he nodded, guiding you towards the rooftop for privacy, not uttering a word throughout the way.

You stood side by side, watching the cloudy sky as he finally looked your way, “congratulations,” he let out, trying to smile.

You looked at him, confused which only made him speak further.

“I saw you and Jaemin hugging,” his voice broke but he gained his composure, “I know you’re probably back together now and you don’t need me—”

“Jeno,” you whispered, shaking your head as you stepped closer to stop him, yet he continued.

“We don’t have to fake date anymore,” he nodded, looking at his feet, “I’m glad I could help you forget about him for some time and also with your revenge—”

You were on the verge of crying by now as you whispered his name again.

“I’m so stupid to have thought that maybe it won’t be fake, but I know you want Jaemin—”

“Don’t you fucking see that I want you? Jaemin and I talked, yes we did and I told him I don’t want him. I don’t fucking want him, Jeno. You’re not a rebound to me, This isn’t fake to me anymore, I don’t think it ever felt fake to me,” you let out your frustrations, shutting him up fully.

“My heart feels like it would beat out of my chest every fucking time I’m near you, this longing intensifies each day and it scares me so much,” a crystalline tear escaped your eyes and Jeno was quick to cup your face, as if on instinct and wipe it away, “you do this sweet things no one ever did for me, you remember the smallest details about me and I feel restless when we don’t talk. I’ve grown so used to being around you, it’s not fucking fake. I think—I’m falling in love with you Jeno,” you finally let out.

“You—you love me?” He asks, voice barely a whisper as he finds it hard to breathe and you nod, his slender fingers still cupping your cheek, “you hugged Jaemin—”

“I pushed him away,” you said in a beat, “he hugged me, I didn’t,” you assured him, grabbing his hand which rested on your cheek, “I told him I love you.”

Jeno pulled you in his embrace, his body shook slightly which broke your heart thinking how he had it all wrong, you never wanted to see him hurt, just like how he always wished for you to be happy.

He held you tighter, making you feel safe as warmth bloomed up your chest, “I liked you ever since I saw you painting with Renjun on the day we met, but Jaemin was faster to reach out to you,” he confesses and you part your mouth with surprise as he leaned back to look at you, chuckling ever so lightly, “I hated how he treated you but when you came to me for help, I got selfish and used this to get closer to you, even if it meant that I’d have to fake date you,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours, “but I fell harder each day, even more so when I had to hold your hand and it felt so small against mine yet it fit perfectly, when you dressed up so beautifully for a fake date with me, when you looked so adorable in my jacket, when you remembered my birthday and my likes which even I hadn’t noticed before. I fell in love with you, baby,” he smiled through the tears as you pulled him in for a kiss, both of you smiling uncontrollably as it full of tenderness and affection, your hearts beating together as you shared unspoken promises through it.

You weren’t fake dating anymore as you looked at him with a silly smile, taking the document of your agreement out before scratching out a line.

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love.

THANK YOU FOR READING

dedicated to @jayzdaze just like i promised <3

TAGS: @celeste-hoon @ddeonuism @angleticaaa @girlwholovekpop

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mfcking-hoe · 12 days ago

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I need another part of nerd!haechan PLEASE my life literally depends on it.

and so the haechan brainrot continues… WHEN WILL THIS TORTURE END i can’t stop thinkinh about himmmmuuhhhhhghhghhgghhhhh ★ part 1

network(s) : @neocity-net

it was honestly just supposed to be a harmless prank. go to his apartment under the guise of a tutoring session, see how much of a gross virgin loser he was and report back to your friends until the rumour of his dick cheese spread around campus faster than a common cold.

ridicule him. gain more popularity for yourself whilst subsequently ruining his already nonexistent reputation. use him as a cheap joke, something to have a laugh at over a couple of iced lattes with the girls.

anything but this.

when your friends ask you how it went, you try to lie through your teeth. “nothing special,” you say, staring at the froth gathered on the top of your drink. “the guy has a boner for math questions and league of legends, not actual sex. totally a waste of time.”

and that’s where the conversation ends, with your friends thinking the two of you didn’t kiss, didn’t even fuck because either he was too chicken or you lost interest quickly.

they couldn’t have been more wrong.

you ended up sleeping at his that night. when you woke up in the morning, dressed in nothing but one of his comic con t-shirts, you felt regret at what you did, or moreover, what you failed to do. whilst you were under the impression that he was a good for nothing loser, haechan had rocked your world the night prior, and you’re less worried about what you’re going to tell your friends, you’re more worried about how you’re going to stop yourself from becoming completely addicted to him.

nerd!haechan is even sexier when he’s just woken up. his hair is a mess, glasses askew as he moves around his kitchen with the same nerdy grace he does everything else, fixing himself a bowl of cereal as if he hadn’t fucked you seven ways to heaven the evening prior.

“you gonna get yourself something to eat? i’ve got cereal— well, i’ve got lucky charms or oatmeal. oatmeal’s a hassle and lucky charms might be too—” you groan, and he stops in his tracks. “what?”

he finally turns to you, and you feel as though you could almost faint. how didn’t you think he was this attractive before? “me and you. last night. you almost killed me. aren’t we gonna talk about it?”

he smiles, and it isn’t a cocky smile, it’s a nervous one, and his eyes are glued to the floor. “we can… and we can also talk about the whole passion project thing too. you never actually wanted to fuck me, did you?”

your heart pangs in your chest. you feel bad, so you walk towards him slowly before placing your hands on his shoulders. “i did. sure, the girls thought it would be funny, but…” your palm slides to his cheek, and you lift his gaze away from the ground. “i thought you were cute. kinda like… a teddy bear.”

“a teddy bear?” you nod. “sorry i didn’t live up to your expectations.”

you laugh quietly, and he smiles again, this time with a little more confidence. “i’m glad you didn’t. and i definitely wouldn’t mind going again.”

“you wouldn’t?”

“not in the slightest.”

suddenly, all idea of breakfast is abandoned, his bowl of lucky charms discarded and replaced with you sitting on his counter, legs spread as he kneels between them with his tongue buried in your cunt. your fingers card through his hair, urging him to tongue fuck you deeper, to rub his thumb on your clit faster.

“you were— fuck— you were a virgin before all of this. where the fuck did you learn to eat so good?”

“mostly porn.” the way he answers you so bluntly has your thighs squeezing around his head, neck tipping back and head pressing against his cabinet. he barely takes another breath before diving right back in, fingers joining his tongue as he teases your g spot with perfect precision. “didn’t know it would actually work.”

and it’s the way he keeps looking up at you, as if to beg for your approval. but you can hardly praise him, instead filling his kitchen with repeated moans as you hump your pussy desperately against his tongue. “gonna cum, don’t stop—”

you can feel his sly grin on your clit before he finally pushes open the dam, juices spilling down his chin as you cum on his tongue shamelessly. all that can be heard is your voice, whines filling the kitchen, along with the wet sounds of him dragging his tongue up and down the length of your pussy, nails digging into your thighs with a grip that could only spell possession.

the worst part is; you could go again. you would let him fuck you again and again, on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and you would never be satisfied, and this guy was a virgin less than 24 hours ago. when he lifts himself off of his knees to kiss you, there’s nothing you want more than to go again, and when you finally leave his apartment, dressed in yesterdays clothes and hair a mess, you pull out your phone and scroll down to the unsaved contact buried at the bottom of your list.

you : same time tomorrow, freak?

unknown number : same time tomorrow, sweetheart.

a/n : started this blog less than a month ago and all i can talk about is him. can say i wouldn’t change that for the world 🙂‍↕️

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mfcking-hoe · 26 days ago

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breaking the boy | p.js - park jisung

Jisung, often teased by his friends for being the only virgin in the group, gets an unexpected idea from Haechan to help him out.

paring: virgin!jisung x fem!reader 18+ | masterlist

wc: 1,666

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, strangers hooking up, penetration, explicit language, losing virginity

Reposting my first story / no correction

Jisung was different from his friends. While everyone else had already ventured into intimate experiences, he was still a virgin. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but his shyness kept him from even starting a conversation with girls. His friends constantly teased him, saying he wouldn’t be considered an adult until he "took care of it."

One day, during a casual chat, Haechan, his boldest friend, suggested something daring. "Why don’t you lose your virginity with Y/N? She’s confident, amazing, and, well, she owes me a favor. I think she’d go for it." Haechan and Y/N were childhood friends, always sharing everything with each other. They often made risky bets, and in one of their last wagers, Y/N had lost and owed him a favor.

Jisung was stunned but, after much insistence, reluctantly agreed. Haechan set everything up: a casual meetup for Jisung and Y/N to get to know each other. They decided to watch her volleyball practice along with the group of friends.

At the gym, Jisung was captivated watching her play. Y/N was a force of nature. Her confidence and determination were magnetic, and he felt something he’d never experienced before. Not to mention her body—she was unlike any girl he had ever seen, with curves that could only be described as obscene. When Haechan finally introduced them, Jisung could barely speak, but Y/N seemed amused by his shy demeanor.

After practice, they had all planned to hang out at Haechan’s house. While the guys played video games on the floor, Y/N and Jisung sat on opposite ends of the couch. Y/N pulled Haechan aside and gave her answer. "I’m in," she said with a confident, mysterious smile. Shortly after, she went upstairs to the guest room and asked Haechan to send Jisung up.

Jisung entered the room, his heart racing. Y/N stood near the window, wearing shorts and a light top that revealed her skin under the soft glow of the light. She turned to face him with a smile that mixed patience with a hint of provocation.

POV ON

“You look nervous,” I said, crossing my arms with a warm yet teasing tone. “Relax, Jisung. For now, let’s just talk.”

He sat on the edge of the bed while I remained standing. I approached him slowly. He didn’t seem to know where to place his hands.

“Tell me,” I began, leaning slightly forward, my voice low and inviting, “how far have you gone with a girl before?”

Jisung’s responses were short and hesitant, but I enjoyed every word.

“I’ve kissed a girl twice before. Just a few kisses and…” (he started to speak but couldn’t finish out of embarrassment).

“Let me be more direct—where did she touch you?” I asked calmly, glancing away to focus on random objects in the room.

His eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat before responding.

“Well, she touched my… you know, my dick . But just once, and over my underwear,” he answered quietly.

“That’s less than I expected, but don’t worry—I’ll be good to you,” I said with a mischievous smile.

He was gorgeous. Unlike the guys I usually hooked up with, he wasn’t my type—innocent and inexperienced. But that was exactly what was driving me crazy, making me wonder what it would be like to corrupt him. My eyes occasionally drifted to his hands—large, with long, delicate fingers. My imagination ran wild.

“Have you ever thought about what you’d like me to do to you, Jisung?” I asked, my voice steady but unhurried. He blushed deeply, averting his gaze.

I smiled—a soft, sweet sound—and moved closer, gently taking one of his hands in mine.

“You have beautiful hands, you know? I bet they’d look amazing…” (I paused, leaving the sentence hanging before continuing playfully) “…Anyway, I guess we’ll find out together.”

But his curiosity was already piqued, his anxiety consuming him.

“Please, finish. I… I want to hear it,” he said, looking down.

“Alright, I think we’ve learned something about your preferences. You seem to like dirty talk,” I teased with a satisfied laugh. “I think your hands would look amazing around my neck, choking me while I ride you.”

I looked into his eyes, searching for a reaction, and there it was—his legs pressed together tightly as his face turned crimson. I continued.

“I imagine they’d look even better wet with my release,” I said as I straddled his lap, “or even better in your mouth, with you licking them like your life depended on it.”

Now sitting on his lap, I could feel his hardness. I held his chin, making him look into my eyes.

What followed was intense but unhurried. I guided him into a kiss that started slow, gradually building in passion, ensuring Jisung felt comfortable while exploring his curiosity in a natural, engaging way. There were touches, glances, and sensations exchanged that Jisung would never forget.

As our kiss deepened, I pulled his shirt off, taking a moment to catch our breath before removing it completely. I paused the kiss to trail my lips down his neck, eliciting soft vocal reactions from him. Standing from his lap, I began to unbutton his pants. He was shy but didn’t try to stop me. His body language revealed a mix of confidence and anticipation.

When his length was finally free, I salivated. It was beautiful—not very thick but long, with prominent veins and a perfect soft pink tip. I knelt between his legs, taking him in my hand. He tensed. I kissed the tip before licking along the shaft, then took him fully into my mouth, sucking slowly and torturously. He gasped and moaned softly, clutching the sheets.

A few more movements, and he came with a long, breathy moan. Still holding his release in my mouth, I stood and leaned in to kiss him—a messy, heated kiss that shared his release with him.

“You taste amazing, don’t you think?” I asked, locking eyes with him and smiling.

He was so dazed from the intensity of his first orgasm that he couldn’t even think of a response. I straightened up and began undressing, moving with the same calm and confidence I had shown all night.

It was adorable how he watched my every move, as if he thought it was wrong to look but couldn’t bring himself to miss a single second.

Now completely naked, I instructed him to sit in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard. Once he was in position, I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His breathing was heavy, clearly revealing his urgency. I positioned his length at my entrance and sat down without warning.

By reflex, he gripped my waist tightly—hard enough that I was sure I’d have marks the next day. Once I adjusted to his size, I began to move slowly. His eyes closed in pleasure, his cheeks flushed, and his lips red from biting them in a failed attempt to stifle his earlier moans. He was divine, like a fallen angel. The thought crossed my mind that continuing this wouldn’t be such a bad idea—meeting him casually to teach him new things, hooking up in random places, and then having him return to sit with his friends, talking about the new car Renjun had bought last week, as if just moments ago, he hadn’t been on his knees in a dirty diner bathroom, his mouth drenched while he devoured me with his tongue.

Back to the present moment, with the rhythm now quickened, his fingers dug into my skin. He opened his eyes as if begging for mercy, his lips parting slowly.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore. I’m close,” he murmured, his eyes glistening with pleasure.

“Come for me, pretty boy,” I said, holding his face gently. “Let me see your divine expression as you release. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

That was all he needed to let go. With just a few more movements, I felt his release fill me. His expression was otherworldly—it should have been illegal, a sin. How could a face so pure and delicate hold such obscene expressions? With a few more thrusts, I reached my own climax, and he whimpered softly as I tightened around him.

We stayed in the same position for a while, catching our breath and taking in each other’s presence. He seemed lost in the afterglow, questioning whether it had all been real or just a dream. Once I had fully regained my breath, I climbed off him, cleaned myself up, and dressed with the same calmness and confidence I had maintained throughout the night.

I had almost forgotten, amidst everything, that this was just a favor for Haechan—a repayment for a silly bet. He wasn’t here for me. If it hadn’t been me, it would’ve been someone else. That made things easier—no need for a conversation or post-care. It was just a simple goodbye.

While he still sat there, motionless, I looked into his eyes and smiled serenely.

“You’re an adult now, Jisung. It was my pleasure. See you around,” I said with a smile.

He looked at me with a pleading expression, as if he wanted to ask me to stay or suggest we see each other again, but I didn’t give him the chance. I grabbed my things and left, waving goodbye as I closed the door behind me.

POV OFF

And with that, he remained sitting on the bed, caught between exhaustion and a whirlwind of emotions. For the first time, he felt more than just curious. He was utterly captivated—almost enchanted—by the woman who had made his first experience unforgettable.

When he went downstairs, only his friends were still there. Y/N had already left, but he wasn’t going to let it end like that. Now that he’d had his first time, he was eager to learn more—and to return the favor for everything she had made him feel.

✿If you don’t reblog and comment, you can be sure I’ll be showing up in your dreams tonight… and I won’t be as sweet as in the story✿

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mfcking-hoe · 26 days ago

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Mechanic!Jeno x Rich!Reader (smut)

WC: 3k, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, etc. you know the drill

The first time Y/N walked into Lee’s Auto & Repair, she looked like she’d taken a wrong turn out of a country club and straight into an oil change commercial. White linen pants, a pastel silk blouse, little heels that clacked on the concrete floor—completely impractical.

Jeno had to blink twice.

“Hi,” she said, peeking up at him through long lashes. “My car’s… smoking?”

She sounded innocent. A little helpless. It would’ve annoyed him if she wasn’t so damn pretty.

Jeno cleaned his hands on a rag and nodded toward the Audi behind her. “Pop the hood.”

She walked back to her car, hips swaying a little too naturally, and bent over the front seat to grab her keys. When she hit the release, Jeno caught the glint of gold on her ankle—a tiny chain. Delicate. The kind of detail a man like him wasn’t supposed to notice.

But he did.

She lingered while he worked, biting her lip while asking what a timing belt was, leaning forward every time she asked something, just a little too close. The silk of her blouse gaped when she did. Jeno pretended not to notice.

The next day, she was back.

And this time, it was denim cutoffs and a ribbed tank top—no bra, he was sure of it. She leaned against the workbench with a perfectly innocent smile while he tried to explain the leak again. Jeno almost dropped a wrench on his foot.

“You sure you’re here about your car?” Mark, one of the junior techs, muttered when Y/N left that afternoon.

“What?” Jeno said gruffly.

Mark snorted. “Dude. She’s into you.”

“She’s—what?”

“C’mon, man.” Mark leaned against the hood of an old truck. “She’s here every day now. And she doesn’t even pretend to know what’s going on under the hood. She just stares at you like you’re on the damn menu.”

Jeno tried to wave him off, but that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way she twirled her hair, the way she watched his hands, how her lip caught between her teeth when he leaned under the hood.

The third day, she came in wearing a sundress that would’ve been sweet if it wasn’t cut so low. She wore lipstick this time too—shiny, pink, kissable. She crossed her legs when she sat in the waiting area, letting the hem of the dress slide up just enough for him to see the start of her thighs. Her eyes tracked him like a predator every time he moved.

Jeno tried to focus, he really did.

But it was getting harder to ignore. The scent of her perfume clung to the air when she leaned too close. She asked if she could “watch him work” and then leaned against the car with a pout when he told her it’d take a while.

The fourth day was a disaster.

Tiny lace crop top. Tiny denim skirt. Platform sandals that made her legs look endless. She bent over the counter while asking if he needed her to “drop off any more parts,” and her skirt flipped up just enough to show the curve of her ass and the tiniest glimpse of lace.

Mark saw it. Grinned. “You’re stronger than me, bro.”

Jeno wasn’t so sure anymore.

She walked over, all innocent eyes and breathy questions, licking her glossed lips while pretending to be confused about air filters and spark plugs. She reached out, touched his arm lightly, and something in him snapped.

He dropped the wrench with a loud clang.

Y/N jumped. “Everything okay?”

He wiped his hands, jaw tight, chest heaving. “Princess,” he said lowly, “you got any idea how ridiculous you look right now?”

Her eyes widened, lips parting.

“You think I don’t see what you’re doing? That I haven’t noticed how every day you show up looking like you’re trying to get fucked in the middle of the shop?”

She blinked rapidly, swallowing. “Jeno, I—”

He stepped in close, crowding her back toward the car. “Is that what you want, huh?” His voice dropped. “You want me to take you back there, mess up that little skirt you wore just for me?”

Her breath hitched, thighs pressing together.

“Get in the backseat.”

The slam of the car door behind them echoed in the closed bay.

Jeno had barely given her time to scramble into the backseat before he followed, slamming the door shut and reaching for her, big hands grabbing her by the hips and dragging her onto his lap. Her skirt rode up instantly. She gasped, thighs spreading around him, back hitting the opposite door.

“You think this is a joke?” he growled, one hand sliding up the back of her bare thigh. “You’ve been coming in here all week looking like fuckin’ dessert. And I’m supposed to just smile and fix your engine?”

Her breath hitched as he yanked her top down, baring her tits to the humid air.

“You wanted my attention, didn’t you?” he rasped, thumb brushing across her nipple. “You got it now, baby. Hope you can handle it.”

Y/N moaned when he bent forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make her jolt.

“Every little outfit. Every sweet little question. All that lip gloss. You were begging for this,” he muttered against her skin, grinding his hips up so she felt the hard line of his cock through his coveralls. “So don’t play innocent now.”

“I wasn’t—”

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t lie to me. You wanted to get fucked in this garage, didn’t you?”

She whimpered, nodding.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jeno pushed her skirt up higher, fingers dragging her soaked panties to the side. He groaned when he felt how wet she was.

“God, look at you. Dripping for me. You wore this tiny little nothing of a skirt knowing I’d see your panties if you so much as breathed wrong.”

“Jeno, please…”

“You think I didn’t want this?” he growled, pushing two fingers into her without warning. “Think I haven’t been jerking off every night with your voice in my head? The way you say my name, all sweet and spoiled—fuck, I couldn’t sleep.”

He fingered her hard, fast, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit while she writhed on his lap, moaning shamelessly.

“I’m gonna fuck you raw,” he hissed. “Right here. Backseat of your pretty little car. Gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it every time you sit in this thing.”

“God, yes—please,” she begged, nails raking down his arms.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, nose brushing hers. “That what you want, princess? Want your mechanic’s cock inside you? Want me to ruin you like the filthy little tease you’ve been all week?”

“Fuck yes,” she gasped. “Jeno, please—need it so bad.”

He growled, pulling his coveralls down just enough to free himself. He was thick, flushed, leaking.

“No condom,” he grunted.

“I don’t care.”

That was all he needed.

He lined himself up and slammed into her in one hard thrust. Y/N cried out, back arching, hands flying to his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he hissed, holding her hips tight. “You’re so tight. Like you’ve been saving this pussy just for me.”

He didn’t start slow. He pounded up into her, fucking her into the seat with hard, punishing thrusts, one hand yanking her top down further so her tits bounced with every snap of his hips.

“You gonna cum for me?” he growled. “Right here? While I fuck the brat out of you?”

“Jeno—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Good. Cum all over my cock, baby. Show me how desperate you’ve been.”

She shattered around him with a cry, clenching so tight he nearly lost it.

“God, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking her through it. “You take it so well. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

His thrusts grew erratic, breath ragged as he chased his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled, thrusting deep. “You want that, princess? Want me to cum in this tight little pussy?”

“Fuck—yes, yes—please!”

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, holding her there, cock twitching as he spilled inside her.

For a moment, the only sound was their breathing.

Then Jeno leaned back, cupping her jaw with a smirk. “So… you coming back tomorrow?”

She grinned, lips swollen, mascara smudged, skirt still hiked around her waist. “Only if you promise to check my fluids again.”

Y/N was still catching her breath, straddling Jeno’s lap with her panties askew and his cum dripping down her thigh when he kissed her—rough at first, all teeth and hunger, then slow. Almost reverent.

“Jesus,” he muttered against her mouth. “You’re fuckin’ dangerous.”

She giggled, brushing her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. “You started it.”

Jeno chuckled low in his chest, running his hands up her back. “No. You did, the second you walked in here with that damn perfume and no bra.”

She rolled her hips lazily, feeling him twitch beneath her. “So what? You’re gonna scold me every time I get you hard?”

His jaw clenched. “I’m trying to not fuck you again right now, sweetheart.”

Y/N bit her lip. “Who said anything about fucking?”

She slid off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

Jeno blinked, then cursed softly when she tugged his coveralls and boxers down enough to free his cock again—still half-hard, still wet from her.

“Baby, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she said, voice sweet, eyes locked on his. “Been thinking about this since day one.”

And then her mouth was on him.

Soft, wet, warm. She licked up the underside of his shaft, tongue flicking over the head where his release still clung. Jeno hissed, grabbing the seat cushion behind him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N…”

She smiled around his cock, eyes gleaming as she took him deeper. Her lips slid down slowly, swallowing inch after inch until her nose brushed his stomach. Jeno’s head fell back against the window with a thud.

“Shit, baby, your mouth… fuck, just like that.”

She sucked him slow, messy, moaning softly like she was the one getting off on it. Her hand gripped the base while her tongue worked around the tip, teasing the slit, making him jerk in her grip.

“You wanted attention, huh?” he growled, watching her now. “This how you planned to get it? Crawl under my workbench and suck my cock like a good little girl?”

She moaned and bobbed her head faster. His thighs tensed under her hands.

“God, look at you,” he groaned. “Eyes all wet, drool on your chin, takin’ my cock so deep like it’s nothing. Fuck, you’re unreal.”

He tangled a hand in her hair, not guiding—just holding—like he needed something to anchor him. His other hand grabbed her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re perfect, you know that? A fucking mess, and perfect.”

She hummed around him in approval, and the vibrations nearly undid him.

“Shit—gonna cum,” he gasped. “You swallowin’ it?”

She nodded with a wicked gleam in her eye, sinking down to the base just as he exploded in her mouth. Jeno cursed again, low and harsh, holding her there while his cock pulsed on her tongue.

She swallowed everything, slow and proud, licking him clean before leaning back with a dazed little smirk.

Jeno stared at her—completely fucked out, lips puffy, skirt still bunched around her hips, his cum now both inside her and down her throat.

“You…” He reached for her, pulling her into his lap again. “You’re insane.”

“You like it.”

“Fuck yes, I like it.” He kissed her again, slow and deep, tasting himself on her lips.

Then he pulled back, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“You doing anything tonight?”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“I’m taking you out. Somewhere with actual seats and food and not backseats.” His thumb rubbed her hip. “If you’ll let me.”

Her grin widened. “Only if you promise dessert.”

Jeno smirked. “Babe, I’ve been starving for days.”

Catching feelings?

That night, Jeno picked her up—not in a sleek black town car, but in his old, rebuilt Chevy truck. The leather was worn, the dash cracked, but it smelled like pine and motor oil. Her dress was designer. His shirt was black and freshly ironed, sleeves rolled to the elbows to show off those forearms she already knew too well.

“You look…” he paused, eyes scanning her as she slid in next to him, “…dangerous.”

“You said food, not flattery.”

“Baby, I said both.”

He took her to a roadside diner twenty minutes out of town—the kind of place that served burgers the size of her face and milkshakes in tall metal cups. It wasn’t glamorous, but the way Jeno looked at her across the booth made her feel like the most expensive thing in the room.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said, sipping from his vanilla shake.

He raised a brow. “What’d you expect?”

“A guy who’d bang me in the backseat and then pretend he didn’t know my name the next day.”

He laughed—really laughed. “Sweetheart, I remembered your name the second you walked into my shop. Knew it before I even popped your hood.”

“Was that supposed to sound sexy?”

“Did it work?”

She smirked. “Unfortunately.”

After dinner, he drove her to a hill just outside the city where you could see the lights spread out like stars. He climbed into the bed of the truck with her, offering his jacket when the wind picked up. They laid back, shoulder to shoulder.

“I don’t usually do this,” she said softly.

“Eat burgers?”

“Fall for mechanics.”

He turned his head, smiling. “You falling for me already?”

“Maybe.”

He kissed her again—this time, soft. Slow. No heat. Just lips, a shared breath, and the feeling of something starting.

The Next Day

She was glowing the next morning. Full makeup, messy hair, wearing one of his oversized T-shirts when she walked barefoot into her marble kitchen.

And then the group text lit up.

💬 Amanda: “Tell me you’re not actually hooking up with your car guy?”

💬 Sophie: “Like a mechanic mechanic? Babe. Ew.”

💬 Claire: “At least tell me he’s hot. Otherwise, this is a total poor-girl fantasy.”

She stared at the messages, heart sinking. They hadn’t even seen him—and they were already judging.

Later that week, she swung by the shop to surprise him with coffee. But the smile on her face dimmed when she saw the way Mark elbowed Jeno the second she walked in.

“Look at you,” Mark teased. “Turning the princess into a regular townie. What’s next? She working the desk with me?”

Y/N’s smile faded just a little. She wasn’t ashamed of Jeno—not even close—but everyone else seemed to have something to say.

The brunch was her idea.

She wanted to ease her friends into the idea of Jeno. Show them that he wasn’t just the “hot mechanic” they liked to joke about in the group chat—but someone real. Someone she liked.

So she invited them all to an upscale café. Outdoor seating. Floral arrangements. A bottle of rosé already sweating in a bucket before they even arrived.

Jeno showed up in a black button-down and clean jeans, sleeves rolled, hair swept back. He looked unfairly hot, even she had to admit—and her friends definitely noticed.

Amanda leaned over as soon as he turned to check the menu. “Okay… he’s actually hot-hot.”

“Like… ‘ruin your credit score’ hot,” Sophie whispered with a giggle.

Claire stirred her mimosa. “I mean, I wouldn’t let him near my car, but I’d let him ruin my oil filter.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

They’d spent the whole brunch grilling him—polite smiles, thinly-veiled digs.

“So what do you do all day?” “Fix rich girls’ flat tires?” “Do you even have time for someone like Y/N?”

And through it all, Jeno stayed calm. Patient. Charming, even. But she knew that vein in his neck—the one that ticked when he clenched his jaw too tight. She knew he was holding back.

Then Claire had the audacity to slide a little closer and press her hand to his arm. “You must be good with your hands.”

That was it.

Jeno stood abruptly, pulling Y/N’s chair out for her. “We’re leaving.”

Her friends blinked.

“But we haven’t—”

“We’re leaving,” he repeated, low and sharp, already guiding her inside the building, past the restrooms, down a hallway marked STAFF ONLY.

“Jeno,” she whispered, heart hammering, “what are you—”

He spun her around and pinned her to the wall, breathing hard. His voice was low and ragged.

“They touched me.”

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t even—”

“I don’t want them near me. I don’t want them looking at me. I'm not here to impress your stuck-up friends, Y/N.” He dipped his head to her ear. “I’m here because you begged for it.”

Her breath hitched.

“And you’re gonna remember exactly how you deserve to be treated. Like royalty.”

He dropped to his knees right there.

“Jeno—what if someone—”

“I don’t care.” He pushed her dress up and yanked her panties down her thighs. “Let them fucking hear you.”

Then his mouth was on her.

Tongue hot and unrelenting, licking through her folds like he was starving. He groaned when he tasted her, hands gripping her thighs to keep her open and still.

“Oh my God—Jeno,” she gasped, fingers flying into his hair.

“Say it louder,” he growled into her cunt, tongue flicking over her clit. “Let them know what this ‘car guy’ does to their rich little friend.”

She bit her lip, but he slapped her thigh lightly.

“None of that. You don’t get to be shy now. Not after you’ve been letting those bitches paw at me like I’m for sale.”

He sucked her clit hard, and her legs buckled. “That’s it. Grind on my face, princess. Make a fuckin’ mess. I’ll lick up every drop.”

She moaned loud—shameless and echoing down the hallway.

His mouth worked in filthy circles, tongue curling just right, until her body jerked and her orgasm hit fast and hard. Her knees gave out, and Jeno caught her, holding her against the wall while he kissed the inside of her thigh.

Still panting, she looked down at him. “You’re insane.”

He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and kissed her like she was air and gasoline.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I don’t give a fuck what they think. If they want to see me again, it’s gonna be with my head between your legs and my name on your lips.”

Y/n gasped.

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TWO DUMB VIRGINS ๑. ( 박지성 )

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── you wanted to lose it . he was tired of being made fun by his friends. both of you thinking he’d pull out fast enough… but what can you expect from two stupid virgins ? …

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content.

started. april 21st

upload schedule. mon. wed. fri.

taglist. send an ask or comment on this post.

CHAPTER !

000. yn + her friends profiles ! | jisungs + the boys profiles !

001. A B friend group … ( 3.3k wc. )

002. be friends …

003. ANYONE PLEASE ❗️❗️❗️❗️

004. ho , is you cool 😟 ??

005. passenger princess …

006. stomach bug? well no … ( 1.1k )

007. you’re gonna die in 7 days …

008. he’s a lair … and his head big asf …

009. you’re cooked…

010. so dumb … ( 1.2k )

011. not all men …

012. two dumb virgins …

013. #mpreg …

014. a femdom and her bottom …

015. “our baby”

016. today is the day 🎉 …

017. help me 🤕🤕🤕 …

018. he spent the night …

019. i can do it … ( 0.6k )

020. out on the field ⚽️ …

021. please put down the drill 😭😭… ( 0.4k )

022. she’s a witch !

023. free wingstop …

024. support a small business! …

025. i’m coming…

026. third floor … ( 1k )

027. daddy duty …

028. 6 week appointment …

029. back to work! …

030. my future wife …

THE END !

©️LUVYENI

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TWO DUMB VIRGINS ๑. ( 박지성 )

PART TWENTYNINE. back to work! …

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ last update friday… so sad

( 🏷️ ). @starsungwrld @neverbeurs @chocolate-scoups @delinalovesriize @cupid-ville @maiyhw @cosmicwintr @nctislifue @httpsxnox @hyunjinslongasslegs @andyyjw @kookssecret @ithinkulikeme @meowmeowhoon @jae-n0 @413ktz @httpjiprk @antifrggile @ourshin @itskpopular @smiles4hyuck @jaeminnnanaaa17 @bbyinni @sillypaperspyeagle-blog @n0hyuck @catdonut657 @markleesleftpinky @clean-soap @janjoonty @veilstqr @mikeeel @cigsaftersuh @kittykyuuu @akirawhore

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 PREV. TDV. NEXT. .ᐟ

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MGA KARAKTER. camboy!jaemin x gf!reader

GENRE. smut, camboy!au

BILANG NG MGA SALITA. 1.8k words

LENGUAHE. tagalog-english

MGA BABALA. smut, unprotected sex, filming lewd content, slight dom!jaemin, doggy, squirting, marking, spanking (like isang beses lang naman HAHAHA), choking(?), praise kink

CHIKA NG ADMINS. wow nakakapanibago na may header na kami HAAHAHAHAH DAMI TIME GIRL ??? EMSZ! our very first episode of DREAM FILMS: 7 dream camboy series :D enjoy mga nakshie 🫶🏻 also not betaread! busy si admin l sa labworks so tinapos ko ‘to mag-isa HAAHSGDGDV

DREAM FILMS SERIES EP. 01

@JMHUB IS BACK.

JM ﹫jmhub

princess likes taking it from the behind.

﹫nsfwacc1: HOLY SHIT?

﹫nsfwacc2: JM MAY GIRLFRIEND KA NA?

﹫nsfwacc3: TANGINA ANG HOT ?!:#;

﹫nsfwacc4: GAGO SI JM ‘YAN?

﹫nsfwacc5: kaya pala nawala ng ilang buwan, he was getting laid fr 🥲

﹫nsfwacc6: wtf happened to the iconic purple lit room :(

﹫nsfwacc7: nakakapanibago na umaga ‘yung content HAHAAHH

—.

mabilis na rumagasa ang mga komento at likes sa account ni jaemin o mas kilalang jmhub sa mundo ng twitter alter. matagal na niyang ginagawa ito, the moment he found himself in the deepest part of twitter and masturbating, he knew he’d eventually give in and do an alternate self for the internet. jaemin was confident with his size, more than average nga ito kung ikukumpara mo sa iba. may kalakihan at katabaan, but nothing too extreme in size. nung una, medyo nag aalangan siyang maglagay ng litrato ng ari niya sa twitter—hanggang may nagpadala ng malaking pera sa kanya para ungulin ang pangalan nito at mag-video habang nagjajakol. pinag-isipan niya ng mabuti ‘yun, ilang oras bago siya nagreply bago niya tinanggap ang offer.

maybe it was the money he received and the compliment, pero dun napagtanto ni jaemin na gusto niyang ipagpatuloy ito. after posting another video, nag gain ng maraming likes at followers si jaemin—150k and counting, marami na rin siyang maging clients mula sa iba’t ibang bansa. jmhub exists for 2 years now.

pero tila nagbago ang takbo ng alter twitter nang biglang mawala si jaemin, andun pa rin ang account at videos niya pero bigla na lang hindi nagpost ito. walang paalam na magha-hiatus kaya nagulat lahat ng followers niya. siya nga ata ang unang alter na nagtrending dahil naghiatus siya bigla at halos lahat ng twitter users na hindi kilala si jaemin ay takang-taka sa kung sino ba siya. aware si jaemin sa nangyari, pero hindi na kasi pag-aalter ang priority niya ngayon. bukod sa pag-aaral, ikaw ang priority niya.

six months na kayo ni jaemin, active ang sex life niyong dalawa kahit na sobrang busy sa acads. six months na ring hindi nagpopost si jaemin dahil pakiramdam niya, hindi mo matatanggap ang pagiging alter niya kapag nalaman mo. after all, that was his deepest, darkest secret. but it was different when he finally confessed, kagabi nung nag-celebrate kayo ng monthsary niyo—dahil medyo nakainom, umamin siya sa’yo. akala nga niya hihiwalayan mo na siya eh, but instead, pinagdikit mo ang mga labi niyong dalawa at natapos ang gabi na pareho niyong inuungol ang pangalan ng isa’t isa.

today, jaemin woke up with you peppering feather kisses on his neck and his face. ang kamay niya at agad na napunta sa likod mo’t pinapadalos ang mga daliri sa hubad mong katawan. “good morning,” bati mo at naglagay ng halik sa panga niya, “so… kagabi ko pa ‘to iniisip.” sabi mo at bumalik sa pagkakatabi sa kanya sa kama, hinarap ka ni jaemin at hinatak palapit sa kanya. “with you being an alter sa twitter…”

“hmm, ayaw mo ba? pwede ko naman burahin ‘yung account at content ko.” sagot niya, nakapikit pa rin ang mga mata at mahigpit ang pagkakayakap sa’yo. “oh god, hihiwalayan mo ba ako?”

“what? baby no! bakit mo naman naisip ‘yan? i was going to say what if we film us having sex?” biglang namulat ni jaemin ang mga mata niya’t tinitigan ka. ilang segundo niyang tinitigan ang mga mata mo, hindi makapaniwala sa sinabi mo at tila naghahanap ng loophole. ngumiti ka at nilapit ang mukha mo sa kanya, humalik ng mabilis at tinago mo ang sarili mo sa leeg niya. “pwede naman nating hindi gawin pero kasi nung sinabi mo na alter ka and nagfifilm ka ng videos na nagmamasturbate ka dati… ewan, na-turn on ako.”

napangisi si jaemin, dahan-dahang inalis ang ulo mo na nakasiksik sa leeg niya bago ka halikan sa noo. “baby, nahihiya ka ba kasi na-turn on ka?” tanong niya na agad kang tumango, napatawa si jaemin at hindi maiwasang hindi ka halikan. “so, gusto mo ifilm na nagsesex tayo?”

“mhmm,” ungol mo, mula sa dibdib niya, napadpad ang kamay mo sa may ari niya. “and you can post it on your account or do whatever you want with it—itago mo, ipagmalaki mo pa sa kahit kanino”

jaemin’s breath hitched, agad na gumulong ito at pinatungan ka bago humalik ng matamis sa labi mo. “sure kang gusto mo ifilm na nagsesex tayo?” tanong niya bago ibaba ang sarili papunta sa leeg mo. “naughty mo naman, baby” ngisi niya habang naglalagay ng marka, “sure ka na ba? baka uncomfy sa’yo. we don’t have to do it kung di ka komportable.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, “sure na ‘ko, baby” mabilis na umalis si jaemin sa pagkakapatong sa’yo, binuksan ang cabinet kung saan nakatago ang mga kamera niya at pinatong ito sa tripod. dalawang anggulo ang meron dahil ang isang kamera ay nasa may bintana. ngumisi ka nang makita mo ang mga pulang ilaw nito na sumisimbolo na naguumpisa na itong magrecord. jaemin kissed you quickly on the lips before positioning you in a position na hindi kita ang mukha mo, doggy pero magkadikit ang harap niya at likod mo. nilingon mo ang nobyo mo at pinagdikit ang mga labi niyo habang pinapasok niya ang matigas niyang tite papunta sa loob ng namamasa mong puke.

“fuck” mahina mong ungol sa labi niya ng pinasok niya ito ng buo, nagsimulang igalaw ang balakang ng mabagal. hindi niyo pinaghiwalay ang mga labi niyo, ang kamay niya'y lumalakbay sa balat mo na nagpapataas ng balahibo mo.

“taking this cock so well, princess…” sabi ni jaemin, “ang aga-aga pa, pero all i could think of right now is cumming inside your perfect pussy, baby”

jaemin was sweet, but usually mahiyain siyang magsabi ng praises tuwing nagtatalik kayo’t lumalabas ang pagiging dominante nito tuwing may nangyayari sainyo. kaya ngayong naririnig mo siya na ganyan, kinikilig ka’t nagkukuyom ang puke mo. “ramdam mo ‘yun, baby? hmm?” tanong niya at hinawi ang buhok na nakaharang sa tenga mo at nilapit ang bibig niya sa may tenga mo, “sakin ka lang, hmm?”

“y-yes…”

“ang sikip mo, mahal” sabi ni jaemin, bumibilis ang pagbayo niya’t napapaungol ka ng malakas. tinataasan ka ng balahibo dahil ang kamay ni jaemin ay hinihimas ang bewang mo at pag napupunta ito sa dede mo, nilalamas niya ito at binibilog ang utong mo gamit ang kanyang mga daliri. “you like that? hmm?”

“fuck, oo—j—daddy…”

kaya mo natawag na daddy si jaemin dahil napagtanto mong hindi mo pala pwedeng sabihin ang pangalan niya. oo, pwede naman imute ni jaemin kung iuungol mo ang pangalan niya kapag nagedit na siya, pero nadala ka sa nangyayari kaya bumagsak ang ulo mo sa hiya. “yeah? ipakita mo sa kanila, iparinig mo sa kanila kung gaano kasarap ‘tong ginagawa ko” sabi ni jaemin at binalot ang dalawang kamay sa leeg mo para iangat ka, “your moans are so beautiful, baby…”

hinayaan ni jaemin na bumagsak ang katawan mo sa kama at dinikit ang sarili niya sa’yo, ang dibdib niya’t puno ng pawis na naghalo sa likod mo. nakadikit ang mukha mo sa bedsheet niya, habang umuungol si jaemin sa tenga mo. nakahawak rin siya sa kamay mo kaya mukhang romantiko ang eksena. so, kung nalaman ko ‘to ng mas maaga, ganito kami palagi? tanong mo nang ibaon pa niya lalo ang tite niya sa loob mo, “daddy, lalabasan na ‘ko…” mahina mong sabi kaya agad na binilisan ni jaemin ang pagbayo. mahigpit ang kapit niya sa kamay mo, parang ayaw na pakawalan. ramdam na ramdam din ni jaemin kung gaano ka nagkukuyom sa palibot ng tite niya, parang kada pasok nito at sumisikip ka kaya hindi niya maiwasang hindi umungol ng mababa. “daddy…!”

jaemin felt his lower body wet along with his bedsheets, nagsquirt ka. that was the first time you did that kaya it was a new experience for the two of you. “kaya mo pa ba? hmm?” tanong nito sa’yo at bumayo ng sobrang bagal. tanging tango lang ang sagot mo, “sure?”

“yes daddy,”

inalis muna ni jaemin ang sarili niya sa loob mo, sinilip ang puke mong naabuso niya kanina. napangisi siya sa nakita niya. “ganyan ka lang, mahal…” sabi niya, tinutukoy ang posisyon mo. “ready?” tanong niya at tumango ka, napakapit ka sa bedsheet dahil naramdaman mong dahan-dahan niyang pinapasok ang ulo ng tite niya sa loob mo. “fuck, ang sikip sikip mo…” ungol niya at nagumpisang gumalaw ang balakang ng mabagal at kada oras na lumilipas ay bumibilis ang pag galaw nito. “you like that, baby? hmm?”

madiin ang pagkakakapit ni jaemin sa balakang mo, ang kuko nito ay nagiiwan ng marka sa balat mo habang bumabayo. “tangina, daddy—bilisan mo… please” sabi mo, your voice was muffled dahil nakabaon ang mukha mo sa kama.

“faster? gusto mo talagang binabaon sa’yo ng malalim ano?” tanong niya, “look up, baby”

“yes, yes, yes!” tuloy-tuloy mong sagot, medyo napapalakas ang mga ungol mo at dahil masyado pang maaga, tinakpan ni jaemin ang bibig mo. “fuck, jaemin!”

jaemin smirked, giving you a harsh thrust—his cock kissing that specific spot that makes your knees weak. inalis ni jaemin ang nakatakip na kamay sa bibig mo, “pretty ass, shaking just for me…” napaungol ka nang paluin ni jaemin ito at hinimas, “lalabasan na ko, princess—saan ko ipuputok?”

“in me, sa loob… please…”

“awe, you want to be bred? hmm?”

“yes—daddy, please!”

tumirik ang mga mata mo nang maramdaman mo ang tamod niya sa loob mo, puro malalim na tangina ang naririnig mo mula sakanya at mabagal na pagbayo habang patuloy ang pagputok nito. jaemin’s cock twitched when you clenched around him, sobrang dami niyang pinutok. nang alisin ang ari niya sa’yo, tinulungan ka ni jaemin na ayusin ang sarili at iharap ang puke mo sa isang kamera. “show them who owns you, baby” sabi niya, “show them who bred you… ipakita mo kung gaano kamessy…”

namumula ka nung hinarap mo ito sa kamera, at the same time, naturn on ka ulit. nung satisfied na si jaemin sa shot, agad niyang pinatay ang dalawang kamera at binuhat ka papuntang banyo para makaligo kayong dalawa. tahimik lang kayong nakaupo sa bathtub, ang likod mo ay nasa harap niya habang humuhuni ng kung anu-anong kanta si jaemin. “jaem?”

“hmm?”

“ang galing mo kanina” ngiti mo, at hinarap siya, “you made me squirt… no one’s ever done that before” nakita mong napangiti si jaemin kaya humalik ka sa labi nito, “gawin ulit natin next time?”

“ha? magfifilm ulit tayo?”

“mhm,” tango mo, “i’m willing to do it again, daddy”

“baby stop, baka hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko pag tinawag mo ulit akong daddy…”

—.

﹫nsfwacc8: di ko ineexpect na may daddy kink si jm >.<

﹫jmhub: ﹫nsfwacc8 ‘di ‘ko rin alam na meron ako nun, gf ko lang pala magpaparealize sakin :)

﹫nsfwacc9: regular content na ba with gf?

﹫jmhub: ﹫nsfwacc9 she said yes, so yeah ;)

﹫nsfwacc10: when po ‘yang content na ‘yan 👀

﹫jmhub: ﹫nsfwacc10 soon :)

﹫nsfwacc11: ang yummy po ng gf niyo 😋

﹫jmhub: ﹫nsfwacc11 i know, i’m lucky to have her :)

﹫nsfwacc12: ang sarap po ng pussy ng gf niyo :(

﹫jmhub: ﹫nsfwacc12 alam ko, kaya nga addicted ako dyan eh.

—.

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mfcking-hoe · 1 month ago

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TE NMN

The Trust Fund Guy

⌗ characters -> lee jeno x reader

⌗ au -> non-idol!au, taguan ng anak!au, marriage of convenience!au

⌗ genre -> angst, smut

⌗ word count -> 5047 words

⌗ language -> tagalog-english

⌗ contents -> unwanted pregnancy, cryptic pregnancy, breeding, fingering, raw sex, nipple sucking

⌗ ligaya's chika -> OK here na yung taguan ng anak!au ni jeno whahahah edited version na ito. let me know kung may na-miss out ako sa content warning, i-edit ko agad. this is a rewritten version from 0710studios. happy first story, ikaliligaya <3

Hindi kayo arranged marriage ni Jeno dahil sa mga magulang niyo. Arranged marriage kayo dahil kailangan ni Jeno ma-secure ang trust fund niyang galing sa lolo niya. It all happened so quickly – lasing kayo pareho, the stranger proposed to you, you accepted, and isang pirma lang galing sa kaibigan niyang lawyer, you woke up as Y/N Lee and in bed with your new husband. In a hotel somewhere in a city far away from where you live. Kinailangan mo pa ng explanation noon mula kay Jeno, kung bakit pareho kayong may suot na wedding ring at kung bakit may best wishes banner sa loob ng kwarto niyo.

The contract he handed you a few hours after you woke up mentioned that this marriage will only last for a year. Kailangan mong lumipat sa apartment niya, kailangan present ka sa mga events na kailangan siya at andun ang pamilya niya (lalong lalo na ang lolo niya). After nun, he will get his hundred million dollars worth of trust fund and he’ll give you a reasonable amount of money once the contract ends. Sa hirap ng buhay, between 9 to 5 and part time jobs na pinapasukan mo para lang mabigyan ng extra money ang parents mo, wala kang choice kundi tanggapin na lang to. Isang taon lang naman eh, what do you have to lose after that?

Pero sa isang taon na yun, madalas umiiwas si Jeno sayo. Sa isang araw, bihira na yung isang beses mo siyang masulyapan dahil madalas siyang nasa opisina at iniiwan ka sa bahay niyo. Nagtatrabaho ka pa rin naman. Bumibisita ka sa parents mo tuwing may extra money, pero hindi mo masabi na kasal ka na. Hindi rin naman sila maniniwala dahil buong buhay mo, wala ka namang pinakilalang lalaki sa kanila.

Biglang nagbago lahat nung umuwi kayo ni Jeno galing sa birthday ng lolo niya. Malapit nang matapos ang kontrata niyo, isang buwan na lang at tapos na lahat nang to. Umuwi kayong lasing pareho at… well, init ng damdamin–libog. Halos isang taon kayong walang dilig dahil iniingatan ni Jeno ang sarili niya nang huwag madawit sa mga eskandalo na baka maging rason pa kung bakit mauudlot (o mawala) ang trust fund niyang matagal na niyang inaasam.

Jeno unzipped your dress effortlessly, letting it pool on your feet as he guided you on your bed. Humiwalay lang ang labi ni Jeno sayo para maghubad ng damit. Sa mga naging bakasyon niyo ni Jeno kasama ang pamilya niya, alam mong maganda ang katawan nito dahil madalas rin siyang pumupunta sa gym. Toned abs, big biceps, talaga namang pinaghirapan niya ang katawan na to. He pushed you onto the bed, asking you to lift your hips para matanggal niya ang suot mong panty. At nung matanggal niya ito, tinapon niya ito somewhere sa loob ng kwarto kasunod ng bra mo. Hindi ka naman virgin. In fact, active ang sex life mo bago pa dumating si Jeno sa buhay mo. Pero dahil nga kinasal ka sa kanya, isang taon kang walang dilig at tigang.

Pumatong si Jeno sayo at naramdaman mo ang tigas ng ari niya sa exposed mong puke. Ramdam na ramdam mo to kahit na may boxers na namamagitan sa gitna. “You want this, baby?” bulong niya sa labi mo, “sabi mo kanina, one year kang walang dilig.” Napapikit ka dahil nararamdaman mo ang init ng hininga niya sa mukha mo, hindi ka makasagot dahil parang nawawalan ka ng boses kaya naman tumango ka nalang. “Use your words, misis.”

“Y-yes, Jeno.” mahina mong sabi na nagpangisi sa asawa mo. “Please, fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, misis.”

Humiwalay si Jeno sa mukha mo at binaba ang sarili hanggang sa dibdib mo. His one hand is playing with your nipples, and the one’s on his mouth. Nilipat ni Jeno ang kamay niya sa gitna mo para paghiwalayin ang labi ng puke mo. Napakagat labi ka dahil nagpasok ng hindi isa, pero dalawang daliri si Jeno sa loob. He was curling his fingers inside, trying to find the sweet spot. It only took him seconds until you were writhing under him kaya naman napahawak ka sa buhok niya. “Jeno… o-oh my gosh, dyan lang…” ungol mo, in response, kinagat ni Jeno ang utong mo bago ilayo ang sarili niya sayo at halikan muli ang mga labi mo. “Fuck, Jeno… I’m close, bilisan mo…”

Unfortunately for you, Jeno pulled his fingers out. Napailing ka dahil ayun na eh. Andun na tapos inalis pa niya. Inalis ni Jeno ang sarili niya sa pagkakapatong sayo at lumabas ng kwarto. A part of you was disappointed, inayos mo ang sarili mo at nagtaklob ng kumot. Ayun na sana eh, kaso mukhang ayaw talaga ni Jeno. Okay lang yan. Isang buwan nalang, Y/N. Malaya ka na ulit pagkatapos nito. Sabi mo sa sarili mo at pumikit, pero bumukas ang pintuan.

“You thought I was done?” Malamig na sabi niya, napalingon ka sa pinto at nakitang may bitbit siyang tuwalya at isang baso ng tubig. “Tanggalin mo yang kumot mo. Bukaka. Bilis.” Utos niya, agad mong inalis ang kumot na nakataklob sa katawan mo at bumukaka. Nagtanggal ng boxers si Jeno bago sumampa sa kama. Hawak-hawak ang mga hita mo, pumwesto siya sa gitna. Ang laki niya, tangina. Naglalaway ka sa lalaking nasa harap mo, taas-babang kinukuskos ang ulo ng ari niya sa basa mong puke, nang-aasar pa na pinapasok ang ulo at biglang ilalabas.

You moaned his name quietly and hearing you moan like that pushed his buttons. Ang mga kamay niyang kanina ay nakahawak sa hita mo, nasa balakang mo na at mahigpit ang pagkakakapit niya dito, bumabaon pa ang mga kuko niya sa balat mo. Diniin mo ang ulo mo sa unan, nakahawak ang mga kamay mo sa comforter na nasa ilalim mo. “Jeno, fuck… Bilisan mo lang.” ungol mo’t binilisan naman ni Jeno ang pagbayo niya. Kada pasok ng ari niya sayo, nararamdaman niya ang kasikipan mo kaya napapadaing siya. “Jeno, lalabasan na ko…”

Jeno’s hand moved from your hips to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure. The sensation you were feeling was on another level, you’ve never experienced pleasure like this before dahil hindi naman ganun kagaling ang mga nakasex mo na noon. Jeno is like a beast – sa business at sa kama. Hindi ka na nagtataka kung bakit maraming babae ang humahabol sa kanya dahil magaling talaga siya sa kama.

“Jeno—!” you finally reached your orgasm, but Jeno still hasn’t. Hindi rin niya tinigilan ang tinggil mo, kaya naman nanginginig na ang buong katawan mo. Para kang kiti-kiti sa ilalim ni Jeno. “Jeno, please…”

“Onti nalang, Y/N. I’m close,” sagot niya at muling binaba ang sarili niya sa dibdib mo at nagumpisang dumede. Habang tumatagal, bumabagal ang pagbayo ni Jeno, mukhang malapit na rin siyang labasan dahil nararamdaman mo ang pagkislot ng tite niya sa loob mo. “Fuck, that’s a lot.” sabi ni Jeno, mabagal ang pagbayo at naglalabas ng tamod ang tite niya sa loob mo.

Ilang minute kayong nakapwesto ng ganun ni Jeno, walang kumikibod at nakapatong lang ang ulo niya sa dibdib mo. Hindi niya inalis ang sarili niya sa loob mo at nakatulog kayo na ganun ang pwesto. Kinabukasan, nagising ka nalang dahil sa sikat ng araw. Pag gising mo, may suot ka ng damit at nakabalot sa kumot. Gumulong ka sa kabilang side ng kama mo at kinuha ang cellphone mo na nakapatong sa side table para tignan kung anong oras na.

Anong oras na rin nang mabasa mo ang text niya, parang bigla kang nanghina at nandiri sa sarili mo. Ano bang inexpect mo sa asawa mong pinili ka lang para sa trust fund niya? Mai-inlove sayo pagkatapos niyong magtalik kagabi? Hindi naman siguro ganun yun. Nagready ka nalang para pumasok sa trabaho dahil nagtext na rin naman ang boss mo na pinapapunta ka sa opisina. Kahit nasakyan ka sa nabasa mo, binalewala mo nalang ito.

“Congrats, Y/N! Na-promote ka na!” nakangiting sabi ng boss mo, “See, all of your hard work led you to this moment. Team leader ka na, pero may konting problema lang.” dagdag niya, hinintay mo siyang magpatuloy, “You see, nagustuhan ka kasi ng ibang branch. Naalala mo nung nag-duty ka sa ibang town? Gusto sana nilang kuhain ka muna pansamantala. Okay lang ba yun sayo? Kung hindi naman, pwede naman natin tanggihan. Na sayo naman ang desisyon.”

“Saan pong branch?”

“Sa Busan, okay lang ba? May kalayuan pero okay naman na. Hindi naman mababawasan ang sweldo mo, tataasan pa nga.” Tawa niya, “so, alam kong hindi mo kayang magdecide ngayon, pero sana pag-isipan mo agad. May 1 week ka para mag-isip at kausapin ang asawa mo tungkol dito ha, balikan mo ako kung kailan nakagawa ka na ng desisyon. Nasa office lang ako lagi. Tsaka the yung promotion mo, effective siya as soon as naka-decide ka na.”

Tumango ka sa boss mo at nagpasalamat. Inabot na rin niya sayo ang mga papeles na dapat mong pirmahan by the end of the week. Binasa mo ito pagbalik mo sa cubicle mo, sa taas ng bago mong sweldo, pwede ka na talagang umalis sa siyudad na to at bumalik sa lugar kung nasaan ang pamilya mo. Nagdadalawang isip ka rin kung sasabihin mo pa ba ito kay Jeno o hindi na. After all, parang wala namang saysay kung sasabihin mo di ba? Hindi rin naman kayo masyadong nagpapansinan sa bahay. Bahala na nga. Isip mo at pinirmahan ang mga dokumento.

Dalawang linggo na ang nakalipas. Pagbalik ni Jeno galing ng Amerika, inaasahan niyang madadatnan ka niya sa bahay niyo. Tanghali kasi nung dumating siya, hindi rin siya sigurado sa oras ng pasok mo dahil minsan ay shifting ka. Minsan 10 am, minsan 2 pm, minsan gabi pa nga. Pag pasok niya, ganun pa rin ang bahay. Tahimik at malinis. Sobrang pagod ni Jeno sa haba ng byahe mula Amerika pauwi ng Korea, kaya naman dumiretso na siya agad sa kwarto niya para magpahinga. Hoping that once he wakes up, you’ll be back home and talk about your situation regarding the trust fund.

Pero nagising siya sa madilim na bahay, mag-isa at tahimik. Sa pagkakaalala niya, 12 pm nung makarating siya sa bahay. Alas otso na ng gabi at wala pa rin ang presensya mo sa bahay. Nagtataka si Jeno, kaya naman kinuha niya ang cellphone niya at idinial ang number mo kahit antok na antok pa siya. The number or code you have dialed is incorrect, please try again later. Napakunot ang noo niya, anong meron? Bakit ayaw? Isip niya, at muling pinindot ang tawag pero ganun pa rin ang sagot.

Jeno sighed and left the comfort of his bed. Across his room is yours, he knocked three times but none were answered. Binuksan niya ang pinto at nakita na halos lahat ng gamit mo ay wala na. Tanging kama at ilang gamit na pinamili mo dati ang naiwan. Agad niyang binuksan ang mga cabinet mo, walang mga damit, pati na rin ang mga maleta mo. Wala na.

“Putangina, nasaan ka ba, Y/N?” mura ni Jeno, nagdial ulit siya ng number mo pero wala talaga. Nagtry siyang magtext pero lahat ito hindi nagsesend. Hindi madalas gumamit si Jeno ng kahit anong social media apps, pero para sayo, binuksan niya ang mga ito para hanapin ang accounts mo. Walang lumabas ni-isa. Para kang bula, biglang naglaho at nawala.

Tangina.

—-

“How are you loving Busan so far?” tanong ng boss mo, “Sabi ng boss mo sakin sa Seoul nung bumisita ako, taga-rito ka raw. It’s nice to be back home, ano?”

Nginitian mo siya at tumango ka, “Opo, sobrang tagal ko pong hindi nakauwi. Na-miss ko dito sobra,” sagot mo, “Thank you po pala kasi sinamahan niyo ko sa doktor… Nakakahiya, boss ko pa naman po kayo.”

“Nako, Y/N, wag kang mahiya sakin.” tawa niya, “Tsaka kailangan mo ring alagaan yang batang dinadala mo. Hindi nga ko makapaniwala na 5 months na tapos hindi mo alam.”

“Oo nga po eh, hindi ko alam na cryptic pregnancy na pala yung meron ako ngayon.” napakamot ka sa batok, sobrang hindi obvious na buntis ka dahil most of the time akala mo bloated ka lang. Yun pala may bata na sa loob ng tyan mo. Naguguilty ka na hindi mo malaman, alam mo kasing dapat mong sabihin to kay Jeno pero hindi mo magawang sabihin dahil iniwan mo naman siya sa ere nung nasa Amerika siya. Ni hindi mo nga alam kung anong ginagagwa niya ngayon sa buhay niya. Wala kang balita o kahit anong alam tungkol sa kanya ngayon. “Sir Jungwoo, pasensya na po talaga sa abala ah. Sobrang thank you rin po sa pag-asikaso sakin.”

“Wala yun, ano ka ba.” ngiti niya, “Gusto mo bang kumain ng lunch? May alam akong healthy restaurant malapit dito tsaka pwede kitang samahan sa pagbili ng gamit ng baby mo.”

“Hala, baka nakakaabala ako sayo, sir.” sagot mo, “Kaya ko naman na po dito, magtataxi na lang po ako.”

“Wag na, sasamahan nalang kita. Pareho naman tayong off eh.” sabi ni Jungwoo, “Tsaka wag na ‘boss’, Jungwoo na lang. Wala naman tayo sa trabaho eh. Sasamahan na kita kumain ng lunch tsaka sa pagshopping mo ng gamit ng bata.”

Dahil nag-offer na rin naman si Jungwoo, pumayag ka at sumabay ng labas ng ospital sa kanya. Ang totoo nyan, na-awkwardan ka kanina dahil ang akala ng doktor ay asawa mo si Jungwoo. Ang totoo nyan, nakasalubong mo lang naman siya sa lobby ng ospital dahil bumisita siya sa kaibigan niya. Dahil andun na rin naman siya, nag-insist na siyang samahan ka talaga. Ngumiti na lang si Jungwoo nung sinabi sainyo ng doktor na healthy ang baby at five months na. Nahihiya ka kasi boss mo si Jungwoo at napagkamalan pang tatay ng anak mo. Ang anak mo na hindi mo alam na nage-exist until today.

“So, forgive me for asking. Anong history niyo ng tatay ni baby?” tanong niya at humigop ng sabaw sa inorder niyong pagkain. “Pwede mo namang hindi sagutin kung hindi ka komportable.”

“Magulo, sir—I mean Jungwoo.” sagot mo, “Sobrang gulo talaga.”

“Paanong magulo? May third party o ano?”

Hindi mo alam kung anong meron kay Jungwoo pero mabilis kang nakapag-open up sa kanya kung ikukumpara mo sa pamilya mo. Ni hindi nga alam ng pamilya mo na kasal ka dahil sa kagustuhan mong itago ito. Ipinaliwanag mo kay Jungwoo na kaya ka kasal dahil sa gustong makuha ni Jeno ang trust fund niya sa lolo niya, and the only way he could get this is to be married. Matagal na kasing gusto ng lolo ni Jeno na ikasal siya dahil sa kanilang magkakapatid at magpipinsan, siya na lang ang hindi pa kasal. Halos lahat ng mga kapatid at pinsan niya ay nakuha na ang kanilang mga trust fund–except for him dahil nga wala pa siyang asawa. To make it more believable, Jeno created a contract to stay married with you for a year. Hanggang sa maproseso niya ang trust fund niya. Pero ngayong iniisip mo ito, mukhang hindi ata nakuha ni Jeno ang trust fund niya dahil bigla kang nawala.

“Wait, so kinasal ka dahil gusto ng asawa mo na makuha yung pera sa lolo niya?” tanong ni Jungwoo, tumango ka at sumubo ng pagkain. “Tapos bago ka mapromote, may nangyari sa inyo… tama?” tumango ka ulit, “Tapos nasaktan ka sa sinabi niya dahil pakiramdam mo, ginamit ka lang niya tapos pinirmahan mo yung contract agad-agad?”

“Tumpak.” ngiti mo, “Anyway, ilang buwan na ang nakalipas simula nun. Wala na kong contact sa kanya, wala na lahat.”

“Eh paano kung bumalik?”

Napatigil ka sa pag nguya, hindi naman na babalik yun dahil wala ka naman sa kanya eh. Hindi ka importante sa buhay niya in the first place. “Hindi na yun babalik, Jungwoo.” sabi mo, may bahid na lungkot ang boses mo kaya tumango si Jungwoo. “Ano ba yan, ang lungkot naman ng usapan natin. Pwede bang change topic?”

Naging magkaibigan kayo ni Jungwoo simula nung araw na yun. Siya lang rin ang nakakaalam ng history mo kay Jeno. Medyo nahirapan kang sabihin ito sa mga magulang mo, unang-una, hindi naman kasi nila alam na kasal ka na dahil hindi mo nga sinabi. Ang alam mo lang kasi, matatapos na ang kontrata niyo ni Jeno at pagtapos nun, pwede ka na magpatuloy sa buhay mo nang hindi nila nalalaman yun. You even considered it to be your deepest, darkest secret.

Pero nag-iwan ng souvenir si Jeno.

—

“Babalik ka na sa Seoul, sigurado na ba yan? Hindi ka na tatakas?” tanong ni Jungwoo sayo sa tawag. Kasalukuyan kang nagmamaneho pabalik ng Seoul, traffic pa nga at maling idea talaga na umalis kayo ng anak mo ng late na. “Si Isabella? Okay lang ba siya?”

“Okay lang siya, tulog sa likod.” sagot mo, “Woo, thank you ah. I can’t stress enough how thankful I am to you for the past 4 years.” sabi mo sa kanya, “Thank you for acting like a father figure kay Isabella, sayang na-cut short. Ready na pa naman akong pakasalan ka.” asar mo, madalas kasing isipin ng mga ka-trabaho mo na ang anak mo ay anak rin ni Jungwoo kaya naging inside joke niyo na itong magkaibigan.

“Tarantado ka, sumbong kita sa asasa mo eh.” asar nito pabalik, “Pupunta rin ako ng Seoul bukas, tulungan ko kayo mag-ayos sa apartment niyo.”

“Sige, sige. Matutuwa nyan si Isabella.” sagot mo, “For now, sa iisang kwarto muna kami matutulog. Wala pa raw kasi yung inorder kong kama niya sabi ng landlord. Bukas pa ata dadating, keri mo bang tulungan ako i-set up yun?”

“Ako pa ba, Y/N?”

“Hay nako, Woo. Una na ako, umaandar na yung traffic, bye na! Ingat ka bukas ha!”

Bukod sa gasolina at pagpapahangin ng gulong ng kotse niyo, nagdecide kang dumaan sa rest stop dahil nagising si Isabella sa likod at nagsabing nagugutom na siya. Dalawang oras pa ang byahe niyo kaya maganda na rin sigurong magpahinga muna kayo kahit isang oras sa rest stop para kumain at magliwaliw mag-ina.

“Mommy, look oh! Samoyed!” excited na sabi ng anak mo at tinuro ang puting aso na naglalakad kasama ang amo niya. “Hello, can I pet your dog po?” the dog was owned by a young couple, natuwa sila dahil napaka-polite ng anak mo at tumango para payagan na hawakan ang aso. “You’re so cute!”

Simula nung nag-aral si Isabella sa isang kindergarten sa Busan, madalas na sinasabi ng mga teacher niya na mahilig sa aso at pusa ang bata. Halos saulo na nga niya ang iba’t ibang klaseng breed ng mga aso at pusa, at sa tuwing nakakakita siya nito, gustong gusto niyang hawakan. “Bye-bye, cutie! Alis na kami ng mommy ko,” paalam niya sa aso, “thank you po for letting me play with your dog.” ngumiti ang dalawa sa kanya at naglakad na palayo.

Humawak na si Isabella sa kamay mo at pumasok kayo sa isang maliit na restaurant, mahilig kasi siya sa fried chicken. Halos ito na lang ata ang gusto niyang kainin araw-araw. “Mommy, di ba po may new school na ako?” tanong niya sayo habang naghihintay kayo ng pagkain.

Nilapag mo sa lamesa ang cellphone mo at tinignan ang anak mo. May hawig ni Jeno ang bata. Kung saan nakapwesto ang nunal ni Jeno, na nasa ilalim ng mata, ganun rin ang sa bata. Pati ang hulma ng mga mata niya kapag nakangiti ay parang si Jeno. “Yes, baby. Malapit sa office ni mommy para mabilis kita masundo.” sagot mo at hinawi ang buhok niyang nakatakip sa mukha niya, “Are you nervous kasi new place?”

“Nope!” sagot niya, “Magkakaroon naman po ako ng bagong friends dun sabi ni Dada Woo! Marami raw pong dogs sa Seoul kaya excited rin po ako!”

Ngumiti ka sa anak mo at pinisil ang pisngi niya, ang cute cute kasi niya. Pinanood mo siyang kumain habang nagrereply sa mga chat ni Jungwoo sayo, kanina ka pa kinukulit na gusto raw niyang makita ang inaanak niya kaya kada galaw ng bata sa loob ng restaurant at rest stop, kailangan mong i-send kay Jungwoo.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to the restroom. Dito na lang po ako sa labas.” sabi ni Isabella sayo, “Promise po, here lang ako.”

“Pero anak, delikado eh… Baka kung saan ka mapunta or may kumuha sayo.”

“Mommy, big girl na po ako. Lagi ko po natatandaan yung rule mo: don’t talk to strangers? Stranger danger?”

“Hmm, okay. Mommy trusts you, wait mo lang ako dito ha? Don’t go anywhere. Mabilis lang ako.”

Tumango ang bata at talagang hindi nga siya umalis sa labas ng banyo. Pero dahil bata, madalas gumagana ang imagination niya at naglaro. Isabella was skipping steps, singing random songs na natatandaan niyang pinapatugtog ng teacher niya before pero natigil nito nang bigla siyang mabangga ng isang lalaki at bumagsak siya sa sahig.

“Oh my, are you okay?” tanong ng lalaki sa kanya at tinulunga siyang lumuhod para pagpagin ang dumi sa pantalon ng bata. He lowered himself to meet Isabella’s eyes.

“Yes po!” ngiti ni Isabella, “Sorry po, hindi po dapat ako dyan nagp-play…”

“No, it’s okay. Nagmamadali rin kasi ako kaya hindi kita napansin.” sabi nito, “Asan kasama mo? Mommy? Daddy? Why are you alone?”

“Hmm… Yung dada ko po nasa Busan, narinig ko si Mommy na susunod daw si Dada Woo ko bukas sa Seoul kasi lilipat kami ng bahay. Yung mommy ko po nasa CR.” sagot ni Isabella, “HALA! I broke my mommy’s rule na don’t talk to strangers!”

Natawa ang lalaki sa bata, inayos niya ang sarili niya at inabot ang kamay. “Okay, I’m Jeno Lee. Hindi na ako stranger sayo. Ikaw, anong name mo?”

“Isabella!”

“Nice to meet you, Isabella.” ngiti ni Jeno, “Gusto mo bang samahan muna kita dito hanggang sa makalabas si mommy mo sa restroom?”

“Sure po, Tito Jeno!”

Maraming kwento si Isabella kay Jeno. Dalawang tao na walang kamuwang-muwang na mag-ama sila. Ilang minuto pa ang lumipas bago ka makalabas ng banyo at nahulog ang puso mo nang makita mo si Isabella na hawak-hawak ang kamay ni Jeno. Putangina, totoo ba tong nakikita ko? Isip mo, bumitaw sa pagkakahawak ng kamay si Isabella kay Jeno at tumakbo papunta sayo. “Mommy!” tawag niya at yumakap sa binti mo. Tumingin siya sayo at nakangiti, “He stayed with me po! Kanina while you were inside the restroom. He’s not a bad guy, mommy!”

“Y/N?” “Jeno?”

Sabay kayong nagsalita kaya nagtaka si Isabella. “Mommy, you know him po?” Oo anak, siya ang daddy mo. “Mommy?” sasagot ka na sana, pero biglang nagring ang cellphone mo. Agad itong kinuha ni Isabella sa bag mo. “Mommy, it’s Dada! Pwede ko po ba sagutin? Miss ko na siya eh”

“A-ah, sige…” sabi mo, agad namang sinagot ni Isabella ang tawag. Muling nagtama ang mga mata niyo ni Jeno, “Hi”

“Hi,” sagot niya, “Kumusta? You’re a mom na pala.”

Tangina naman, Jeno. Kamukha mo yung bata, hindi pa ba obvious? “Oo, pasensya na kung madaldal ah… Madaldal kasi yung… ano…” nauutal ka, parang hindi mo mahanap yung tamang salita na gusto mong sabihin. “Una na kami, Jeno ah. Salamat sa pagbabantay sa kanya kahit saglit lang.”

Paalis ka na sana, pero biglang hinawakan ni Jeno ang kamay mo. Nagulat ka naman. “Y/N, you do know we have things to talk about di ba?” tanong niya, “It’s long overdue. Pwede ba kitang ayain magkape? Your daughter said na sa Seoul na raw kayo titira—-”

“Jeno, kung okay lang sayo, pwede bang wag muna ngayon?” sagot mo naman, “marami pa kasi akong aasikasuhin, yung bahay, yung trabaho ko, yung school ng anak ko…”

“Hindi ko naman sinabing ngayon na agad, we can schedule it.”

“Okay.”

“The last time I tried to contact you, incorrect daw yung number. Pwede ko bang makuha yung bago mong number?”

Tumango ka at inabot ang isang business card mo sa kanya. Dali-dali kang nagpaalam sa kanya at hinawakan ang kamay ni Isabella para bumalik sa kotse niyo. Habang nilalagay mo ang seatbelt ni Isabella, hindi mo maiwasang hindi maluha. Apat na taon ang nakalipas, pero ganun pa rin si Jeno. Sa apat na taon mong tinago ang anak mo–niyo, may mga araw na hindi mo maiwasang hindi maisip si Jeno. Paano kaya kung walang nangyari sa inyo nung gabi ng birthday ng lolo niya? Walang Isabella ngayon. Paano kaya kung hinintay mo nga talaga makauwi si Jeno sa bahay niyong dalawa imbis na maglaho sa buhay niya? Andami mong tanong sa sarili mo mo, mga tanong na walang sagot sa ngayon.

“Woo,” tawag mo sa kaibigan mong kasalukuyang nag-aayos ng kama ni Isabella, “Nakita na sila.”

“Sinong sila?” tanong nito, ang atensyon niya ay hindi nawawala sa ginagawa niya, “Kailangan ko ng context, Y/N.”

“Si Isabella at tatay niya.”

Napatigil si Jungwoo sa pagkilos at tinitigan ka, “Anong nangyari? Paano?”

“Sa rest stop kahapon, nagtetext na nga sakin kung kailan daw ba ako pwedeng kitain…” sagot mo, “Hindi ko kaya, Woo. Parang ayoko siyang harapin.”

Naiintindihan naman ni Jungwoo kung saan ka nanggaling. Naiintindihan niya kung ayaw mong harapin ang asawa mo. After all, your marriage is only a marriage of convenience. Plus Isabella was an accident, either way, she’s your beautiful accident. Hindi mo alam kung napansin ba ni Jeno ang similarities nila ng anak niyo, pero sana hindi. Dahil ayaw mo pang sabihin ang totoo kahit alam mong deserve niyang malaman ang totoo.

“Kitain mo na, Y/N.” sabi ni Jungwoo at hinarap ka, “Malay mo naman hindi tungkol kay Isabella ang pag-uusapan niyo. Malay mo tungkol sa nangyari years ago.” humawak si Jungwoo sa parehong balikat mo, “Di ba ikaw ang umalis ng walang paalam? Malay mo ang bitbit ni Jeno pag nagkita kayo eh divorce papers. Y/N, hindi naman kayo nag-hiwalay talaga ni Jeno eh. Technically, kasal ka pa rin. Kasal pa rin kayo.”

“Alam mo, nakakainis ka talaga.” tawa mo at yumakap ka kay Jungwoo, “Ano na lang gagawin ko kung wala ka?”

“Tsk, ano ba. Ako lang to, Y/N.” Ngiti ni Jungwoo at niyakap ka pabalik, “O bitaw na. Tatapusin ko na yung kama ng anak mo.”

Hindi ka na nagreply kay Jeno at lumabas na sa building. Bago ka pa bumaba kanina, nakailang practice ka ng tamang paghinga dahil kinakabahan ka sa mangyayari. Pag labas mo, nakita mo si Jeno na nakatayo sa labas ng sasakyan niya, suot suot ang itim na tuxedo. Ngumiti sayo si Jeno at pinagbuksan ka ng pintuan bago sumunod sayo sa loob. Nakikilala mo ang driver niyang si Michael na minsan mo nang nakasama sa mga event na pinupuntahan niyo noon.

“Saan tayo pupunta?” tanong mo, “kasi hanggang 9 lang ang napaki-usapan kong oras sa babysitter ni Isabella.”

“Dinner. I’m sure hindi ka pa kumakain.”

Tumango ka na lang at inilipat ang atensyon mo sa bintana, pinapanood na bumukas ang mga ilaw ng malalaking building. Walang nagsasalita, kahit ang driver ay tahimik na nagmamaneho. Tanging radyo lang ang tumutunog hanggang sa makarating kayo sa isang kilalang restaurant.

“So, about us.” Simula ni Jeno pagkatapos niyong umorder, “Bakit ka umalis?”

Wow, straight to the point. Isip mo, napalunok ka ng laway at kinuha ang sinerve na wine at uminom. “I felt like I needed to leave. Pasensya na kung umalis akong walang paalam.” sagot mo, pero hindi siya satisfied at gusto pa ng sagot. “Ewan ko, Jeno. Nung araw na umalis ka papuntang US, nagtext ka sakin. Sabi mo kalimutan natin kung ano man ang nangyari satin nung gabing yun. Nasaktan ako, parang dun lang nag-sink in sakin na, ginagamit mo lang ako.” sabi mo, biglang kumalma at bumagsak ang balikat niya. Umiling at umiwas ka ng tingin bago ituloy ang sasabihin mo, “Tapos nalaman kong napromote ako sa trabaho, pabalik sa Busan. Sabi ng boss ko, isang linggo lang yung time na dapat akong magdecide at kausapin ka, pero hindi ko ginawa yun kasi atat na atat akong iwan tong lugar na to.”

“Pero–”

“Alam ko naman kasi na ginagamit mo lang ako bilang asawa mo dahil sa trust fund na gusto mong makuha. Pero hindi ako sigurado kung kaya ko bang ituloy yun. Alam kong nagawa ko siya ng matagal, natiis ko, pero ang baba ng tingin ko sa sarili ko.”

“And nung umalis ka, nakahanap ka ng iba at nagka-anak kayo? We’re still married by paper, you know?”

“Ha?” pagtataka mo, “Ah, si Jungwoo.” Ito na yun, Y/N. Umamin ka na. “Hindi naman siya yung tatay ng anak ko.”

“I’m confused.”

“Isabella is yours, Jeno.” sagot mo, “Isabella is—was an accident. Alam mo bang 5 months na siya sa sinapupunan ko nung nalaman kong buntis ako sa kanya? Wala akong idea na buntis na pala ako.”

“Paanong–ha? Paano? Eh sino yung tinatawag na Dada ni Isabella kung sakin siya?”

“Cryptic pregnancy yung nangyari sakin. Basically, unaware akong buntis ako hanggang nung nagpa-check up ako. Sabi ng doktor, hindi raw madalas mangyari yung ganung klase ng pagbubuntis. Nagkakaroon pa rin ako nun kaya nagulat rin ako kung bakit ako buntis,” paliwanag ko, “Jungwoo… Boss ko siya actually, siya ang unang nakaalam kung anong sitwasyon ko sayo at naging magkaibigan kami after niya kong samahan sa ospital. Isabella calls him ‘Dada’ kasi siya na ang naging father figure ng bata.”

Nadistract si Jeno dahil biglang nagserve ng pagkain ang waiter. Hindi niya alam kung paano ia-absorb ang impormasyong nalaman niya. Ang batang sinamahan niya sa rest stop pansamantala, ay sa kanya. Hinintay niyang umalis ang waiter bago siya magsalita, “And you thought it was best to hide our daughter from me?” tanong niya, napabuntong hininga ka at umiling. “Y/N, you could’ve called me. Pwede kong sustentuhan ang bata—”

“Hindi kaya ng pride ko yun, Jeno.” you cut off, “I mean, thank you for taking interest in giving support to our daughter. Pero ikaw na mismo ang nagsabi dati na ayaw mong magka-anak and our marriage will remain as—”

“Y/N, anak ko rin si Isabella.” sumbat niya, “Kahit sinabi ko dati na ayaw kong magka-anak, handa naman akong panindigan siya.”

Kinuha mo ang gamit mo sa kabilang upuan at tumayo, “...I’m sorry, Jeno.” bulong mo at umalis. Dali-daling naglabas ng pera si Jeno at nilagay ito sa lamesa para sundan ka.

Pero huli na si Jeno, and for the second time around, umalis ka na naman.

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mfcking-hoe · 1 month ago

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party 4 u | sjn

dj!ex!johnny x f!reader

summary: your ex left years ago to chase his dj dreams, taking your heart with him. now, johnny’s made it big and is back for a hometown show, except this time you make sure he takes all of you.

(or: he only threw this party for you.)

wc: 3.3k

genre: angst, smut, exes-to-lovers 18+ mdni

cw: unprotected pinv sex (no </3), mirror sex, backshots!, yearning, manhandling, sex in a dressing room, fingering, nipple play, possessive johnny, dirty talk, pet names: baby, love

the music is blasting, you can feel the beat of the bass in your chest, and people all around you are moving to the music.

you look up at the one they all surround, and you see him.

you haven’t seen johnny in years. he hasn’t been here in years.

he looks good—hair falling behind his ears, headphones framing his face, tattoos adorning his exposed arms. some you recognize and some you don’t.

you shouldn’t be here, not when he walked away from you all those years ago to chase his dreams.

you don’t blame him—he really had something going with his budding dj career, and the sheer crowd at his hometown show today is living proof of that.

that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt back then, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt now.

when your friend sent you the post saying he was coming to town for a show, you couldn’t even see the account—you had him blocked. you’d heard he’d made it big, seen some clips, but you never let yourself indulge.

against your better judgement, you unblocked him, and indulge you did, taking in all the content you’d missed over the years—his travels, friends, highs, lows—everything he’d posted showing how he’d been doing in his time away from you.

and god, he looked happy—like he didn’t think of you nearly as much as you tried not to think about him.

you’re happy, in a way, but he’s always lingered in the back of your mind, hanging onto your subconscious like a vice.

so why the hell are you here?

maybe you were hoping that coming here tonight could help you let go—that maybe, just maybe, if you saw just how far of a distance you’d grown apart with your own eyes, you’d be able to close your chapter with him forever.

but as you watch him sway to the music, a soft smile on his face as he scans the crowd’s reactions to the magic he works on the turntable, you know you’ve made a mistake coming here.

you should’ve never unblocked him, never bought this ticket, never come over here. it’s stupid, but you can’t bring yourself to look away.

you linger by the exit, but stay for the rest of his set.

and as he thanks the crowd for a great night, you feel your entire body jolt as he looks straight in your direction.

there’s no way he could’ve seen you, not from this far, but the way his whole body freezes is too noticeable. quick, but noticeable. he resumes his grateful smile, waving goodbye to the roaring crowd as you turn to leave.

you rush out the door, cheers of “encore! encore!” drowning out behind you. the muffled music starts back up through the walls.

you let out a heavy sigh as you walk away with an even heavier heart. after tonight, you’ll go back to trying to forget him, though any progress you’d made was probably undone.

so much for closure.

a call of your name in a voice all too familiar stops you in your tracks.

you turn around slowly, scared of who you’re going to see. but you know exactly who it is. that same deep voice that called your name with so much love until it didn’t—how could you ever forget?

and when you finally look at him, it feels like everything’s stopped. you can’t even hear the music anymore, not over the sound of your own heart racing.

“johnny.”

he’s catching his breath. did he run over here? what about his encore? how did he see you from all the way over there?

you have so many questions, yet you can say nothing more than his name.

“come with me.”

he grabs your hand, leading you back to the side entrance you assume he came out from, and you let him. the second you feel his hand in yours again, any resistance you could’ve had dissipates.

when he doesn’t feel you fighting his hold, he interweaves his fingers with yours, and oh, how you missed this feeling. you could tell the feeling of his hands on yours with your eyes closed.

you can hear the music through the walls again, and he leads you to a random dressing room. you still don’t know what to say to him, even as he clicks the door shut.

you don’t get the chance to speak.

in a second, you’re up against the door, his lips on yours—it’s messy, hungry, greedy, as if he’s trying to eat you whole.

your first instinct is to push him away, to ask him why he’s doing this after all this time, but you don’t. you can’t, not when having his lips against yours feels so right. it’s the feeling you’ve been missing, only appearing in your memories and dreams.

he explores your mouth as if he knows it like the back of his hand—like he never forgot it.

so you kiss him back with just as much force, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers threading through his short locks, gripping them as if he’d disappear if you let him go.

he groans into your mouth at your reciprocation, pressing his body even tighter against yours. you shiver at how firm his body feels against yours. it was one thing to see him up there, but being caged between those arms you couldn’t keep your eyes of is another. he’s always been big, but he’s definitely bulked up since the last time you saw him.

one of his hands makes its way to your waist, down your hip, and back to your ass, giving a light squeeze. he trails it down, hooking it behind your knee as he raises your leg to wrap around him, slotting himself between your legs.

you can feel how hard he is, aching against the confine of his perfectly fitting jeans. he rocks against you slightly, your mouths still melded in a heated embrace, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling.

it feels like there’s a fire in your stomach, but there’s also a giddy feeling—like butterflies fluttering around.

you can still get a reaction out of him. he still wants you, even if you can only see it from the way his body reacts to you. for now, that’s okay.

you move your hips to meet his eagerly, and with your arms still gripped around his neck, his other hand falls to your other thigh, lifting you into his arms. your mouth separates from his in shock at the feeling of your being lifted into the air, clinging tighter to him so you won’t fall. you’re both breathless, but his mouth chases yours, settling right back into a deep kiss.

your ass lands on gently on the vanity table jutting out from the wall, and as johnny parts from you, a trail of saliva separating your lips, you finally get a good look at him. the lights on the mirror behind you illuminate him.

he’s grown so much. you can see the way his face has lost the roundness it had in your younger years and the slight bags under his eyes, yet he’s still the same johnny you loved.

he seems to be taking you in, too, his eyes moving between your eyes, and back down to your lips. his hands bunch up the sides of your shirt, letting his hands run over the bare skin of your waist. you shudder as his fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, not quite reaching as far in as you’d like them to.

he tugs your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra from behind you with practice, and as he removes your bra, he breathes out in awe.

“fuck, you’re just as beautiful as i remember.”

you don’t get to reply before he drags you off the table, flipping you around in a flash. your hands move to steady yourself against the table, bent over slightly with johnny pressed up against you.

you look up and see the two of you in the mirror, and immediately you’re clenching at the thought of what you’ll see him doing to you. he runs his hands up your chest, loving the way your tits look in his hands, his fingers brushing your nipples carefully.

he watches the way your expression twists with every pinch and flick of his fingers, his mouth coming down on your neck. his warm breath fans along your skin before he’s leaving deepening kisses along your neck and shoulders, every so often nipping harder in a way that you know will leave marks.

you want him to leave marks, you want reminders of him to come.

you press your backside against him, whining out pathetically. “johnny, please.”

he obliges you right away, knowing exactly what you want. he’s always known exactly what you want. he wastes no time tugging your pants and soaked underwear down, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingers sliding between your folds, coating his fingers in your juices.

“i’ve got you, baby,” he mutters, mouth falling back on your shoulder, and your head dips at the feeling. he runs his fingers up and down your slit, dancing around your entrance, before carefully teasing a finger into you. you gasp at the feeling of his long digit easing into you, feeling each knuckle until its to the hilt.

he feels you clench around him, and after he slides his finger right back out to the tip, he dips back in with another finger in tow. mewls of pleasure leave your lips as he scissors his digits in you, stretching you just right, picking you apart like he always did.

with the way his other hand snakes around your front to toy around with your clit, you know he wants you to fall apart. you want him closer, to fill you up to the brim, but you know he won’t do it unless you cum first. he’d always made you cum first.

you move your hips in times with his hands, knowing this has to go exactly as he wants it to, and you’re okay with that. you’re more than okay with that—trusting your body into his hands.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of you in time with his swipes over your clit, and you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as the seconds pass.

you finally gain the strength to tilt your head up just enough to see your reflection, and when you make eye contact with johnny through the mirror, his gaze dark and fixed on you, you’re finished.

“go ahead, baby,” he instructs, and you fall apart in his hands, mouth parted in an oh as the knot unravels, legs closing around his hands as he works you through your orgasm. you can barely keep your eyes open with the way he still plunges his fingers in and out of you, fighting through the grip your clenching pussy and closed legs have on his hands.

he finally pulls his fingers out of you and you collapse against the table, supported by one of his arms wrapping around your middle to keep your legs from completely giving out.

he brings his free hand, the one he pulled out from your cunt, to his mouth, and you cry out as his tongue darts out, lapping up your juices from his fingers, his eyes still trained on yours. it lights another fire in you.

with some newfound strength, you reach behind you, palming at the painfully hard tent in his jeans, trying to blindly fumble with the buttons of his pants. you don’t care how desperate you look, you need him inside of you, now.

a smirk lights his face as he watches you fumble with his pants, his own hand moving down to take care of it for you, unbuttoning his pants with ease and pulling them down just enough to untuck his raging member from his underwear. “you want me that bad?”

you want him so badly, more than anything right now, and you let him know that.

“yes, yes—johnny, please fuck me.” you press your dripping mound against him, gasping as you feel the heat slot between your lips, grinding up and down. “johnny.. i need you.”

that seems to do it for him, and he wraps his hand around his cock, pressing his tip into your waiting hole. you hiss at the stretch as he slowly eases in, not quite used to taking anyone as big as he is in such a long time.

“so fuckin’ tight—fuck, so tight for me.”

you lean back into him, feeling every ridge of him as he inches in bit by bit and as he bottoms out, you feel like you could cry. he fills you up so perfectly.

he lets you settle for a bit, swiveling his hips to get you readjusted to him, little gasps and cries leaving you with each movement.

“god, baby—you feel so good around me.” your eyes, which closed tightly sometime during his bottoming out, open back up to meet his, and his gaze narrows into a glare that sends shivers down your spine. “have you had anyone else here? let anyone else in what belongs to me?”

you clench around him at his possessive streak. he was always a laid back lover, never one to get unreasonably jealous, but he knew how to remind you who you came home to.

you’d had a few flings in the past few years, even had one relationship that lasted a few months, but no one ever compared to johnny—you don’t think anyone ever could.

he pulls out, thrusting back in at once, your body jolting against the table. “answer me, love.”

love. his voice is still harsh, but he reminds you of a time where the soft nickname was synonymous with your name in your world with johnny. your voice trembles, but you’re honest. you could never lie to him.

“y-yes.”

he thrusts again, harder, his hands moving to grip at your waist, fingers digging into the plush flesh.

“fuck,” is all he says before he drives into you harsher, angrier, setting a steady pace that has you seeing stars, his front slapping against your ass with every thrust. “fuck,” he repeats, more agitated.

his pace picks up, slapping sounds and moans filling the room, his grip surely leaving bruises that will reveal themselves in the morning. you can barely form any thoughts, but an ugly feeling rears itself in your stomach.

“what about you?” you ask, quietly—scared of the likely possibility that he’d had other people in this position, that he’d shared himself with them. held them just like he held you.

his focus momentarily falters, but he returns his attention to you, still moving his hips against yours as he responds breathily.

“no. never.” his whole demeanor softens just slightly, but you think you still know him enough to recognize even the slightest shift. you watch as his face falls into a pained grimace through the mirror. “even if i thought about trying to, all i could think about was you.”

his words send a wave of both relief and confusion through all the pleasure. you remember the shell of a person you were after he left you, waiting for him by the window dreaming he’d come back, calling his phone only for it to ring and ring until you reached his voicemail.

“i’m yours, love,” he grunts.

how can he come back after all this time and tell you everything you’d needed to hear since the day he left?

you convinced yourself he didn’t love you, and part of you wishes he would just treat you like someone that he never loved—it wouldn’t have your heart clawing its way out of your chest as he fucks into you desperately.

but as if trying to rewrite every bit of uncertainty you experienced, this johnny is making it so, so clear.

“and you’re mine,” he growls, though underneath his strong facade is the hope that what he’s saying is true. “no one could make you feel as good as i do—no one can fuck you like this, fill you up like this.”

your eyes rake up and down your forms in the mirror. his hands around your hips, his lips on your shoulder, marks blossoming over your skin.

“say it—say you’re mine,” he almost pleas, his face still pained. as your eyes drag back and forth between the two of you, you know. you love the way you look in his arms, how he makes you fall apart like no one else ever has.

so you admit it.

“y-yeah—oh-,” you stutter with an angling of his hips. “i’m yours, i’m yours.” you cry out as he snaps against you even more intensely at your confirmation, like it’s broken the last bit of restraint he had.

that’s all the two of you need, your eyes not leaving his as he snakes a hand around your front between your thighs, rubbing quick, harsh circles into your clit, hissing as you clench around him at the sensation.

your eyes flutter, and your head threatens to fall, but you use your strength to keep your eyes on johnny through the mirror—on both of you. you want to burn this sight into your memory so that you’d never forget it again.

he bites his lip, deep, gravelly groans leaving his throat as he chases both of your highs, but as his lips part, words spill out before he can catch them.

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” his voice is still deep and rough, but filled with pure desperation, and it’s this confession that has you tumbling over the edge with a loud cry, your legs trembling under the force of his thrusts pushing you into overstimulation.

he follows soon after, pulling out at the last second and releasing over your ass and lower back, the warm spurts painting your skin.

you lean your head against the cool glass of the mirror as you both catch your breath. he slowly but carefully uses his shirt to clean his cum off of your back, tucks himself back into his pants with a sharp intake, and spins you around gently, holding you against him.

you let him hold you, not that you think you even have it in you to deny him. you don’t know if it’ll be the last time, but you don’t want it to be.

you break the silence.

“why did you leave?” you mutter against his chest. you breathe in his scent, taking in the combination of cologne, sweat, and a faint hint of cigarettes.

he pulls apart from you, holding your face in his hands before laying a sweet, deep kiss on your lips.

“because i’m stupid,” he admits with a sad smile. “i thought about coming back, but it also felt unfair to both you and me.”

a brief silence passes. you want him to expand on that, but you have an even more urgent question at hand.

“did you mean what you said earlier?” you ask. it hurts to doubt what you’ve wanted for so long, but you’re so scared it was in the heat of the moment. it’s the last confirmation you need before trusting yourself to him again.

“i told myself if i didn’t see you tonight, i’d let go of you forever. i—” he pauses, taking a deep breath, and you feel the way he tenses. “i only put on this show hoping you’d come.”

he holds you to him again, his embrace feeling just a bit fearful, yet still so certain. he lets his head drop onto your neck, breathing you in, rememorizing the feeling of you in his arms.

“i love you, and now that i have you back, i won’t let go of you again.”

you close your eyes, leaning your head against his. it feels as if you’ve just placed the last piece of a puzzle you left long unfinished, and it’s time to start a new one that you’ll figure out in time. together.

you love him, too—you never stopped.

end.

a/n: first song fic? is anyone else in emotional mental physical anguish whenever dj johnny comes up on the tl…. he’s crazy.. but anyways here’s something short and bittersweet, once again trying to get back into the groove of writing! feeling a bit freer now not including weed in everything tho i do miss writing stoner!nct (hopefully will be back soon)

i love this song and i love dj johnny be w my whole heart

feedback and shares always appreciated!

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-coco ♡

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mfcking-hoe · 1 month ago

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calling 7dream your “current boyfriend” !!

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THIS IS SO JENO CODED WTHECK!

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DO NOT SEND ME THIS SHIT I NEED HIM REAL BAD ,,, can i just have a taste of his cock just one i swear

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME‼️‼️

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mfcking-hoe · 1 month ago

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bf!dreamies reacting to you forgetting that they can see your 'close friends' story

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | fluffy, suggestive

notes | this was just a shameless excuse to use that haechan photo... anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so hopefully you'll see some more content from me soon!! i'm also trying out a bit of a new formatting style, so lemme know what you think ^_^

masterlist requests and asks are open!

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model cowboy

🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You maintain eye contact until the moment your lips meet, and then, you do your best to just relax, to forget about the cameras pointed at you. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss, following Jaehyun's motions, following the gentle notes that soon become more heated. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and on instinct, you open your mouth for him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. You try to convince yourself that you’re leaning into this for the sake of the scene, that you’re just being good actors together, but there’s something underneath it all. There’s a desperation. You can almost taste it below the spearmint on his tongue.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, dry humping, breast worship, slow and adequate foreplay/pussy stretching/prepping, pussy eating, fingering, praise, slight switchy power dynamic but Jae is generally the dom/top, slight overstim, face riding, slight hair pulling, precum (jae is horny), dirty talk, sappy sex, alcohol, etc… I pet names: (hers) superstar.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 13.2k

🍭 aus.actor!Jaehyun, singer!y/n, fake dating au, enemies to lovers au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. it was actually so fun to have small clips of TMZ style gossip reporting- loved that I was able to try different things with this fic :)

Prologue

In this week's news, our favorite kids' show alumni are back on the scene together. Beloved model and actor Jung Jaehyun teams up with childhood costar (y/n) (l/n) for her new single Model Cowboy. This song will mark the kick-off of her third album, and the music video is set to start production sometime early next month, with the song coming out on iTunes and other streaming platforms sometime in the new year.

There’s a lot of buzz on social media about this pairing, as the two stars were ‘shipped’ incessantly in their teen years, with one user commenting, “It’s like Britney and Justin Timberlake all over again! Ah!!!!!”

While Jaehyun has had a string of relationships over the years, our favorite girl power singer y/n has only recently ended a long-term relationship with football player Lee Jeno. When asked how this separation would affect her new album, y/n had this to say: “I want to draw on the pain of a breakup because that feeling is so universal, but at the same time, I want the album to be fun. It’s about ending one cycle, and sure, giving yourself the space and grace to mourn that loss, but also looking forward at the future and other opportunities that come your way when you go through something like that.”

When asked about the new single Model Cowboy, y/n noted, “It’s about going back to your roots and finding that cowboy, blue-collar man. I think the trades are kind of in vogue right now, for all of the best reasons. We want salt of the earth, we want a man who will provide and take care of us- not everything is luxury and partying. There’s such peace in stability, and I want to honor the simplicity of good relationships, which we all deserve to experience.”

Despite all of this, when our reporters enquired about Jaehyun as the star of the music video, who, to us and many fans on social media, doesn’t scream ‘salt of the earth, cowboy, or stability’ our singer simply responded with “No comment.”

Yikes.

However, there may be hope for this fan-favorite couple yet. When Jaehyun was asked about his role in the music video at a recent film premiere for his new action movie ‘Home Grown’ he had this to say: “I did a few music videos in my early twenties, but never with anyone I really knew or admired. I’ve been focused on movies and fashion recently, but I’m excited to do a shorter-form art piece. y/n and her team are very creative, and I can’t wait to see the finished result.”

I can safely say that we can’t wait either.

Back when y/n was just eighteen, putting out her first album, there was one song that everyone thought she wrote about Jaehyun. We couldn’t help but bring this up to the actor. When questioned if he’d inspired y/n’s first hit single, ‘Forget About Him’, Jaehyun said, “That’s not for me to say, you’ll have to ask her.” This response revived years of conspiracy on social media, and we’re all still itching for the truth.

Production for Model Cowboy is set for the end of the month, and permits have been granted for shooting in California’s Joshua Tree National Park. We’ll all be on the edge of our seats waiting for promo pictures and behind-the-scenes photos.

Stay tuned for all things celebrity drama and news on our website, or follow us on Instagram and Snapchat for daily updates.

One:

You’re in your trailer with your assistant, Mark, waiting for your call time, and you can’t help the irritation that’s filling you. It’s the first day of shooting for Model Cowboy, and every other time you’ve filmed a music video, you’ve been excited about the creative journey of turning a song into a visual expression- but not today, and there’s one huge reason for your angst.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” you groan. “Jaehyun wasn’t my first choice for this, and he’ll never be my first choice for this- it takes away from the meaning of the song to have him starring with me!”

Mark frowns. “I mean, he’s not exactly a model cowboy-”

“More like a model pretending to be a cowboy,” you scoff.

Your assistant sighs. “Management just wants you two to do this, fake date for a while, promote your music and his upcoming projects, draw intrigue-”

“I know it’s what management wants, I was forced to sign the contract,” you snap. Then you release a breath, getting control of yourself. This isn’t Mark’s fault, in fact, he argued your side in the meeting about this two months ago. “I just… I’m not a huge fan of Jaehyun.”

“You always said he was the most overly confident, smug, pretty boy that came out of your kids’ show,” Mark nods. He’s very good at summing up your difficulties, as he’s your most trusted confidant. You’d never dream of being vocal about your personal opinions of Jaehyun to anyone else, your PR training has taught you not to be fully honest, to prioritize your reputation as a ‘good girl’- but Mark, he gets you.

“At the end of the day,” you sigh, “sure, Jae might be a better actor, but I’m the better singer.”

“I know you won’t want to hear this-”

“Then don’t say it.”

Mark sends you a pointed look. “He did do that cover of ‘I Like Me Better When I’m With You,’ and everyone loved it.”

“Well, Jaehyun doesn’t have three albums and a Grammy. He did a cover. It’s not like that’s difficult.”

Before Mark can say anything else, there’s a knock on your trailer. You jump up, ready to start the day of shooting, but when you open your door, it’s not a PA standing there to take you to location, it’s Jaehyun.

He’s dressed in a cowboy-style outfit, however, it’s more runway than practical, and he’s also wearing the same smug smile he always used to have on when you were working together as kids and young adults.

“Long time no see,” Jaehyun muses.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re happy to see me.”

You know your dislike for Jaehyun is shared with his own disdain for you, and you’d noted that to your managers. How are either of you going to pretend to be in love when this general dissatisfaction with each other is evident every time you’re in the same room?

“Thought I’d come to discuss the whole fake dating script with you, you know, kind of like running lines.”

“There aren’t any lines for our fake dating scenario yet, it’s improv,” you remind him.

“Then, how about boundaries?”

You release a groan. “Fuck it, let’s go find my PA, get in a car to go to location, and we can talk during the drive.”

Two:

There’s a tension in the SUV. With you on his left, your assistant behind you, and Jaehyun’s own manager, Johnny, behind him, everything anyone says will be noted. In fact, Jaehyun’s been listening to Johnny argue on the phone about a brand deal for the past ten minutes.

You’d said you’d discuss the whole fake dating thing, but instead, your eyes are glued to your iPad as you look over the music video notes.

Jaehyun has always found you to be a very focused woman, he might go so far as to say you have a stick up your ass. Your rigidity is a stark contrast to his own ‘go with the flow’ type of way of doing things, and it’s one of the reasons you’d never gotten along well on sets.

When he’d come to your trailer to discuss PR lines, it had been because he was trying to meet you where you’re at. He thought you’d want to plan. In fact, he’d found it almost laughable when you’d told him it would be improv because out of the two of you, he’s the one that’s always excelled in that area.

You have this face you put on for others, but Jaehyun’s always seen through it. You lack confidence in yourself, and that’s why you overcompensate by being anal about details, about practicing so you never fail when the time comes.

Jaehyun leans closer to you, getting a look at the music video notes. The aesthetic board is very desert, horses, sand, sparkles, disco balls, and mirrors- for someone who said Model Cowboy was about finding someone who wasn’t all luxury, there are definitely luxury items in the music video notes.

“So… tell me again what the song’s about?” Jaehyun asks.

You sigh. “Mark sent you a sound clip, didn’t he? Did you even bother to listen to the song?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun shrugs, “but I wanted to hear the details from you.”

You take an exasperated deep breath, putting your iPad down on your lap. “It’s about falling in love with someone who’s very salt of the Earth-”

“What do you mean by that?”

Your lips part in shock and annoyance. “It means a man who’s salt of the Earth.”

“Yeah, you said that, but like…” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh at how bad you’re fumbling this, “what does that mean, to you.”

Mark shifts in the seat behind you, leaning forward to join the conversation. “It means someone who is honest, and reasonable. Someone who doesn’t think they’re special or better than others.”

You flash Jaehyun a pointed look. “So basically, not you.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “Baby, neither of us are salt of the earth if that’s your definition.”

He can see how annoyed you are, can pick up the micro movements, the way your fingers are tapping on the edge of the iPad. It’s a rhythmic thing, something you do to calm yourself, and he’d noticed that pattern in you when you were much younger.

“This whole fake dating thing was not my idea,” you snap finally.

“Yeah, wasn’t mine either. We both have PR managers.”

You roll your eyes, letting out another exasperated sound of annoyance.

Jaehyun kind of likes poking at you like this. He’d been worried that you’d be super anal about this whole project, and while you’re definitely fighting for control, he likes to jab you where your guard is down. It feels like a win to him, and deep in Jaehyun’s core, he knows it’s not a nice thing to do, but he simply can’t help himself.

You have a history, years of interactions and bickering- he hasn’t seen you in a long time, but getting on your nerves is as easy as it’s always been, and that schoolboy enjoyment from picking on you is as potent as it ever was.

Three:

You’re a couple of hours into your day, and you’re doing some shots with horses now. You’d chosen Hwasa as your director, she’s a visionary in the type of aesthetic you want, and you’ve worked with her numerous times before. She’s very girl power, which is what you love, and you also enjoy the fact that she sees this as a collaboration.

You’ve worked with male directors in the past who think your music video is about showing their vision, and in your early days as a teen, you hadn’t been able to find your voice. Now, as an adult, you have the final say on everything, and Hwasa is the best partner you could think of for a project like this.

The two of you are by the cameras, making sure the shot will be good. The horses are just hanging out with their trainers, and Jaehyun’s a few meters away under the sun tent, waiting for direction.

“So… I’m thinking…” you look at Jaehyun, then at the saddles on the horses, “What if we try a shot with bareback.”

Hwasa casts you a sideways glance. “I mean… visually, I think that would be nicer, it would encapsulate freedom, but at the same time… is Jaehyun skilled enough to mount while bareback?”

“He’s an actor isn’t he?” You turn to look at Jaehyun. God, you can’t wait for him to fall off the horse and eat shit. “Jae!”

He’s sitting in a chair, his head tipped back, cowboy hat obscuring his face. The sound of your voice makes him sit up, his fingers pushing the rim of the hat up so he can look at you.

“Come over here!” Hwasa calls.

He nods, standing then swaggering over to you. He’s having way too much fun in his little cowboy outfit for your liking. “What’s up?”

“How do you feel about trying this scene on bareback?” Hwasa asks.

Jaehyun looks at the two of you, then over at the horse. “We can give it a go.”

You try to hide your smile, God, this is going to be so satisfying.

Hwasa goes to consult with the safety guys and trainers, who take off the saddle, then talk Jaehyun through how to mount a horse without the aid of stirrups. He nods nonchalantly, as smug as ever.

The scene gets ready, with you and Hwasa behind the camera. “Action!” she calls.

Jaehyun approaches the horse. He stops next to it, stroking it’s hair. You watch him get a gentle grip, and then, in one fluid motion, he hoists himself up, swinging his leg over the horse’s back before steadying himself into a seated position. He guides the horse by its hair to make a neat circle, looking like the most skilled cowboy ever, then he turns and flashes you that smug smile of his as Hwasa yells “cut!”

“That was amazing,” Hwasa tells you. “God, Jaehyun was such a good choice for this.”

“Really? How so?” you ask.

“Just, I know he’s not a stereotypical salt of the earth man. He’s not all American, he’s not a cowboy with a five o'clock shadow- this… dichotomy of visuals versus lyrical interpretation, how any man can be the right man if given the chance, despite all these stereotypes-”

You can feel your expression fall. Sometimes you hate how artsy Hwasa is, with her bachelor's in English and her way with words and interpretations. You can’t argue with her analysis, because if that’s what she gets out of the visual of Jaehyun flawlessly mounting a horse bareback, then that’s her view of it.

“Do you want to try to mount bareback too?” Hwasa asks, drawing herself out of her musings to focus on the scenes she wants in the time allotted.

You release a sigh. “I guess we can give it a try.”

“If it’s too dangerous-”

“If Jae can do it, I can too,” you insist, not wanting to be one-upped by him.

You’re in a long flowy silver dress with a slit up the thigh, and you remove your white overcoat. Jenni, your makeup artist double-checks you, and you’re handed your flashy disco-ball-styled cowboy hat.

The safety team and trainers give you a talk about how to mount the horse, and after listening carefully, you feel ready to take on the task.

Your horse is black, and your outfit is meant to be a contrast. It’s a beautiful horse, and when Hwasa calls ‘Action!’ you approach it carefully. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and you stop next to the large animal, stroking it for a moment while you gain the courage to try to mount it.

As you make the leap, hoisting yourself up- Jaehyun calls out, “Don’t slip!”

And of course, that’s exactly what happens. Your leg can’t get a grip over the horse, you trip up a little with the silky material of your dress, and just like that, you’re back on the ground with two feet, sending a death glare over your shoulder at Jaehyun.

“It was a nice effort!” Hwasa encourages you.

“Not many people get it on their first try,” a trainer agrees.

You watch Jaehyun smile smugly, and an annoyance unlike any you’ve ever experienced fills you as he meticulously watches you try to complete the scene.

Four:

It’s near the end of your first day of filming. Hwasa had decided on a one day permit for the horses in the desert, opting to get all the scenes involving the large, beautiful animals done in one big go, and now, she’s explaining the final shots she needs to you and Jaehyun.

“So, we’re skipping through the linear timeline a little right now,” your director explains. “This is one of the final shots of the music video, so we’re going to imagine that at this point, the two of you are completely in love.” You and Jaehyun exchange a look. “You’re riding on horseback in the desert. We want bliss, joy, a comfortable kind of peace that comes when you can truly be yourself with another person, a freedom.”

She gazes pointedly at you and Jaehyun.

“I think we can manage,” you scene partner says, but there’s an edge of hesitation in his voice.

“We’re thinking ‘Ride’ by Lana Del Rey, but instead of motorcycles, you’re on horses. Think about how effortless she looked, how devil-may-care,” Hwasa, ever the Lana Del Rey enthusiast, explains. “You know her song ‘Young and Beautiful?’ There’s a line, ‘Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild.’ Do you guys have that?”

You love that Hwasa enjoys poetic music, it’s one of the reasons you’d been so drawn to her when you wanted to shift out of your role as a child star turned pop icon. Hwasa had been adamant about the Lana Del Rey stylings that she wanted to influence ‘Model Cowboy,’ the American Dream, wild and poetic love.

However, with all that said, you’d never imagined Lana Del Rey would be tainted by the imaginings of Jaehyun as your lover, and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You’ve already gone over blocking, and Hwasa’s explained the drones and cameras set up to take the shots, so now, all that’s left to do, is get through the day.

Jaehyun can tell you’re lost in thought, he can see the dissatisfied look on your face, but before he can call you on it, Johnny pulls him to the side.

“Good luck with this one,” Johnny muses, patting him on the shoulder. “And don’t fall off your horse, you’ve got to be in Milan in a couple of days for the big Prada show.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaehyun brushes his manager off. “I’ve got this.”

“That’s my little go-getter actor,” Johnny grins, having scored a goldmine when he landed Jaehyun as his client, despite being a very young and new manager in the industry. “Be the Model Cowboy you always wanted to be.”

Jaehyun takes a deep breath before joining you. “You ready?” he asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh.

“Okay guys, we’re in love!” Hwasa bellows. “We’ve got this! And… action!”

Your expression immediately changes, suddenly, you’re grinning, in fact, you’re glowing. It takes a second for Jaehyun to follow your lead, but then, the two of you are playfighting and tickling, laughing like young lovers who are tasting what it feels like to have found their soulmate for the very first time.

Jaehyun knows the blocking, he knows when to wrap his arms around you after a few feet of chasing, when to lift you up and spin you as you laugh and gently kick. He knows when to set you down, going in for a kiss only for you to break free and dart to your horse, effortlessly swinging yourself up onto the black stallion and taking off.

Jaehyun is right behind you, mounting his own white horse and following.

He does his best to keep an easy going, loving expression, and at first, it’s a little difficult. But, as more seconds of the two of you riding through the desert go by, Jaehyun remembers the way he felt about you when you first met.

You’d been just kids then. Two young teens still growing into your bodies, into your personalities. He remembers how beautiful you’d been, even then, how your smile had lit up the room, as it does now when you turn your head to look over your shoulder at him, making sure the distance between you is still correct.

Of course it’s correct, if you want to be anal, Jaehyun can be anal too, and he’s not going to give you any reason to nitpick after the day he’s had.

No, Jaehyun’s an actor. He’s a professional.

In fact, he’s a Model Cowboy as he chases you through the desert on horseback.

God, the way you’re looking back at him- you’ve really grown into your looks, and Jaehyun’s not making things up when he says you’re glowing. The golden hour sun is hitting you just right, and suddenly, Jaehyun’s heart is racing. He feels alive, he feels- as if this whole thing is real. He forgets the cameras for just a few moments, getting lost in the experience of being young, wild, and free, with you.

Something shifts inside of him, although, Jaehyun’s so enthralled with you that he can’t quite pin what’s just taken place.

The scene is over all too quickly, the two of you making your blocking mark at the bottom of one of the rocky cliff faces that litter Joshua Tree National Park. You slow your horse, coming to a stop, your expression falling.

Jaehyun feels his own smile drop as he stops next to you. He swallows thickly, not knowing quite what to say, so, he decides to note, “Wow, your acting has really improved!”

He means it as a compliment, but your expression turns even more sour, and he knows he’s messed up.

“Well that’s a back handed compliment if I’ve ever heard one,” you scowl.

“I-” Jaehyun’s words get caught in his throat, and he has to swallow a lump just to continue, “I meant it in a good way, I was trying to be nice.”

“If that was you trying to be nice, it makes sense why you can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month or so,” you snap.

Jaehyun’s chest hurts, and he stares at you in shock. It’s all the more painful, because in some ways, what you’ve just said is true. He’s used to only dating models, people in the industry who aren’t as successful as he is. He’s only ever entered relationships where there’s a power imbalance, and he supposes in a situation like that, any negative feedback could be biting- yet, it’s different with you.

You’re the one with the power here, and it’s clear you won’t take any criticisms from him. You stand up for yourself, in a way no woman ever has around Jaehyun.

As he watches you lead your horse away, signaling the end of the interaction, Jaehyun realizes maybe he kind of likes that you’re very powerful in your own right. Maybe he likes a woman who can defend herself and doesn’t just take what the world throws at her.

Maybe… just maybe, after all this time, he likes you.

Five:

The locations crew had found a really cool oldstyle cowboy motel for everyone to stay at. It had been relatively inexpensive compared to other filming location lodgings in the past, and renting the whole place, including the mess hall, for four days had been the obvious choice.

You’re sitting with Mark and Hwasa, all three of you have trays of food from the buffet, but none of you are focused on eating. Hwasa has her iPad out, and she’s going through the shots of the day with Mark. You remind yourself when you peak at the screen that there’s still a lot of editing to do, but so far, it’s looking quite good.

Your stylist, Jenni, is also with you, and she’s capturing the majority of your attention as she shows you pictures of the costumes set for tomorrow. Your long silver dress is being swapped out for a pink palette upscale cowgirl aesthetic, with Jaehyun in creams and blues to match the lighter blush colours.

You notice Jaehyun walk into the large dining area. He and his manager, Johnny, head straight for the food, and they tilt their heads together, thick as thieves out of ear shot.

When they’re done filling their trays, they begin to head to a table, and that’s when Hwasa calls them over. “Rough shots,” she explains. “Jae, you sit next to y/n and I’ll show you both some of the details.”

You flash Jenni a look, hating that she has to move over for the model to sit.

Jaehyun is awkward as he does so, apologizing to Jenni, which is his only saving grace.

When he settles, your shoulders are touching, and he leans closer to get a look at the iPad that Hwasa is holding. Hwasa doesn’t show all the shots, just her favourites, and you have to admit, the visuals are stunning even before any editing for light and colour.

Then, Hwasa shows you all the footage from the last scene you’d shot, the one with you and Jaehyun playfighting then leaping on horses.

“This is so good,” Hwasa tells you. “You both look so natural on horses, the drone shots are perfect, and the golden hour? Stunning.”

While all of that is true, you’re more focused on how in love you and Jaehyun look. It’s weird to be seeing you and Jaehyun like this. It’s almost out of body, or doppleganger realm, because how the heck did you manage to look so happy and in love with Jeong Jaehyun of all people?

You feel the actor shift next to you, and you get the sense that he’s uncomfortable with it as well… however, out of the two of you, he has way more experience on screen. You guess you shouldn’t be shocked that he looks very much in love, he gets paid big money to sell those emotions.

“Anyways,” Hwasa sighs, “y/n, tomorrow morning, we shoot sunrise and into the afternoon, then Jaehyun, the latter half of the day is us at the ranch for some more ‘classic’ cowboy scenes.”

“Sounds good,” Jaehyun mumbles. With one last nod of appreciation, he stands up, and it’s as if he can’t get to another table fast enough.

Six:

They’ve been shooting Jaehyun’s cowboy scenes for a couple of hours when he notices your arrival on set. You’re not in the pink costume he’d heard about you wearing this morning, and you’re not all dolled up either.

You’re in a light jacket and jean shorts, a more relaxed look, and yet, you’re still stunning.

You’re next to Hwasa, looking at camera angles and shots, and while you seem to be making a few notes to the director, Jaehyun appreciates that you aren’t trying to micromanage him yourself.

Shooting continues for another hour, and Hwasa calls a short break so she can figure out what else needs to be done today while they have the ranch.

At first, Jaehyun just goes and grabs a water. Johnny is hyping him up, but the actor is hardly paying attention, his gaze focused on you instead.

Jaehyun can’t help himself, he walks over to you. You look up from Hwasa like a deer in headlights, and something about it is very endearing. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, can I uh… talk to you for a sec?” Jaehyun asks.

“You know what? Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you nod, “come with me.”

You grab his arm, dragging him away. Jaehyun’s a little confused as to where you’re taking him, and when he finds himself in the privacy of a secluded location behind his trailer, he’s even more confounded.

“Uh….” he starts, wetting his lips.

“What did you need?”

“I was just… guess I was wondering what you were doing here? Didn’t your shoot finish a couple of hours ago? Figured you’d be getting some rest at the motel.”

“It’s my music video,” you remind him. “Also… management thought it would be good to let tabloids get some shots of us shooting today, that’s why I pulled you over here, we allowed them the field of view to your trailer.”

“So that’s why you took me to such a secluded spot,” Jaehyun grins.

“It’s the only reason I touched your arm,” you retort.

“Careful, don’t look so angry,” Jaehyun warns you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer. “Wouldn’t want to mess up your tabloid shots.”

You roll your eyes. “Tabloid won’t be on the property till after your last take in an hour or so. Don’t jump the gun, cowboy. After your next scene, you can be as much of a little model slut as you’d like.”

“You think I’m a slut?” Jaehyun asks, shocked that you’re talking to him in this way.

“Am I wrong?”

Jaehyun stands there for a moment, and then, he releases his grip on your hips. “Guess not.”

“So, after you’re done the next scene, we come here, and see if we can pretend to like each other,” you instruct.

“We just have to be as convincing as we were yesterday,” Jaehyun muses.

You open your mouth to respond, but then you shut it, and Jaehyun’s left wondering what you would have said for the next hour.

He wonders how far you’ll let him take things, and part of him wishes you’d answered his question about boundaries yesterday. This feels like uncharted waters, and his heart is racing when he finally meets you behind his trailer again.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Do your worst.”

Jaehyun feels himself begin to salivate, and he swallows thickly. There’s no way he’ll do his worst. His worst, would be throwing you against the trailer and having his way with you right here and now- asserting his dominance and seeing if you push back in any way- he suspects you like him more than you let on, after all, Jaehyun’s never met a girl he couldn’t tame.

Life’s hard when you have a stunning face and a hot body to match.

Jaehyun reaches for your hips, pulling you closer. His skin is tingling with excitement. “I’m going to say something funny, and you should laugh,” he whispers.

You grin broadly, but the expression doesn’t meet your eyes. “Depends on if what you say is funny or not,” you counter.

Jaehyun’s mind suddenly goes blank. His pick-up lines, his jokes- they all fly out the proverbial window. He doesn’t know what to say, so instead, he begins to lean in-

You turn your head at the last second and Jaehyun’s lips graze past your cheek. He’s a little taken aback at first, but he leans into it, reminding himself that you’d told him to improv. “Is this okay?” he whispers in your ear, still wanting to double-check with you although every fiber of his being is telling him to just do what he wants.

“It’s okay,” you respond, wrapping your arms loosely around the back of his neck. “You’re the actor.”

For some reason, it feels like a compliment that you’re making the distinction between the two of you. You’re right, he’s the actor, and you’re the Grammy award-winning singer.

His lips continue softly on your cheek, and then he adjusts, pressing kisses down to your throat. You shift in his embrace, tilting your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jae-” you warn.

“Just a few more, for the tabloids,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck moreso than kissing now.

You release a sigh, and with your chests pressed together, Jaehyun can feel your heart racing.

He wonders if you can feel his going a mile a minute too.

Seven:

You eat in your room with Mark, too shaken up by your interaction with Jaehyun earlier to dare enter the mess hall yourself.

“So, I was just sent the tabloid pictures for final approval,” Mark sighs, joining you on the bed so you can see his phone. “They’ll be up in the morning.”

“Just choose your favourites,” you murmur.

“Uh…” Mark blinks at you. “I really think you should look at them with me.”

You take a deep breath. “Fine.”

Shifting your gaze to Mark’s phone, he scrolls through the shots, and you hate how natural they look. You and Jaehyun just look good together, and it sets your teeth on edge.

“The cheek kissing is cute,” Mark says thoughtfully. “The way you’re holding each other looks real.”

It looks too real, in fact.

“I’m just happy we have opposing shoot schedules tomorrow,” you admit with another deep breath. You can see Mark side-eying you, and you hold up a hand before he can respond. “Don’t say a word.”

“It’s just…” Mark struggles at times to surpass your commands. He’s your assistant first and foremost, but your company also expects him to have somewhat of a managerial role over you, and you know it’s a fight for him to find balance at times. “Everyone has shipped the two of you since you were younger. People say it’s like Britney and Justin in the Mickey Mouse Club House show- then you were teenagers, and you went different directions-”

“Well, Britney and Justin didn’t end up together, did they?” It’s a rhetorical question, and from the way Mark sighs, he knows it.

“You’re missing the point,” he struggles.

You turn your gaze to him. “Am I?”

Mark releases a breath, dropping the issue. You feel bad shutting him down like this, but at the same time, you don’t want to open the can of ‘Jaehyun’ worms, if you will. No, you’d much rather ignore it for right now.

You’re filming a music video for your new album, and you have much bigger fish to fry.

Eight:

If Jaehyun wasn’t needed for business calls with Johnny today, he might be on set watching you, and Jaehyun can’t get it out of his head as he chills in his motel room and listens to his manager working.

It’s three hours into calls and details before Johnny is able to take a break, and he sets down his phone with a pointed look on his face. “You’re being weird.”

“Am I?” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh, but there’s little humor in it.

“Talk to me,” Johnny says lightly, giving an air of friendship despite the fact that he’s still in his role as manager. “Talk to me about this whole PR, fake dating thing.”

Jaehyun shrugs. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Those fake tabloid pictures of you and y/n from yesterday on set dropped an hour ago, they’re trending on Twitter,” Johnny points out.

“It’s called ‘X’ now, actually.”

Johnny narrows his eyes. “I’m never going to call it ‘X.’ It’s fucking Twitter.”

Jaehyun can’t help but laugh, for real this time. He loves Johnny, loves him for all of his little millennial quirks.

“Honestly?” Jaehyun sighs, feeling his energy sift again. “Y/N’s super uptight, but… she can act like she’s not, and that’s a different side of her that I wasn’t really expecting.”

Johnny is quiet for a few moments. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“That song from her first album, ‘Forget About Him,’ was that written about you? Is there a past here?”

“Nah, it wasn’t about me,” Jaehyun assures his manager. “As far as I know, she’s never been interested in me like that. We had this other costar, Haechan-”

“Lee Donghyuck?”

“Yeah, him. They uh, I think there was something there between them, for a little while at least.”

Jaehyun can feel Johnny’s assessing gaze, and he averts his own eyes.

“It almost seems like you’re jealous, Jae.”

“Yeah, well, Haechan never went on to become a brand ambassador for Prada or star in movies, he was just some little child star.” Jaehyun can taste the bitterness in his words, but he can’t help himself.

“You know who’s not just a child star?” Johnny asks. “Y/N. You two are, without argument, the most successful people to come out of the show you were in when you were younger.”

“We’re both very driven,” Jaehyun admits. “I do admire that about her, she has a Grammy for fucks sake.”

“What I’m getting from this,” Johnny concludes, “is that you’re completely fine with this whole fake dating arrangement.”

“Well, as my manager, you should know I’m a good actor,” Jaehyun counters.

Johnny laughs. “Sure you are. Tomorrow is the last day of shooting, you’ve got that big kissing scene, I guess we’ll all see how good of an actor you are then.”

Nine:

There’s something comical about the fact that both you and Jaehyun are chewing gum in preparation for your kissing scene. Together, you’re with Hwasa as she goes over the vision for the shot.

“So, we’re thinking Jae’s going to grab your neck,” Hwasa starts, “gently, of course. More of a cupping the nape of your neck than a grab, actually. It’s going to be slow, a slow exploration of moving closer. Lots of close-ups of the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes. It’s about breaking the distance, about two worlds colliding and connecting in a way that feels natural, unrushed, and just, electric.”

Jaehyun nods, looking at you. “We can do this.” You wish you were as sure as he sounds right now.

Jaehyun takes out a tissue, and the two of you spit out your gum, disposing the trash before moving into position.

The shot is on the edge of a cliff, with the desert and sunset stretching out like a vast, yellowy-orange ocean behind you.

It’s as you approach your marked spot that you remember something. “Jae,” you ask softly, “are you still afraid of heights?”

You watch him take a deep breath, and he nods, standing a few feet from the drop-off. You notice he’s looking everywhere but down, and something inside of you softens for him.

Here you are, worried about the kiss, and here this man is, worried about falling off the edge of a cliff and dying.

“We’ve got some space between us and the edge,” you tell him, stepping closer. “Here, grab my hips, we’re both steady, we’re not going to fall.”

Jaehyun’s lips part, and you can see the confusion on his face.

You suppose you’ve never been nurturing to him, but you can’t help yourself with this. You don’t mean to be a bitch, in fact, you’d argue adamantly that you’re not a malicious person. Jaehyun just pisses you off a lot, and his behavior generally merits a reaction- but right now, he deserves a bit of peace of mind, and you can see him relax a little as his hands grab your waist.

“Feels more steady?” you double-check.

“Yeah.” He swallows thickly, nodding.

“We’ve got this,” you assure him.

“Are we ready!?” Hwasa calls.

You flash a thumbs up, turning your attention back to Jaehyun.

“And… action!”

The two of you simply stare at each other for a moment. Hwasa had said she wanted this to be slow. You’re shocked at how exposed you feel looking up into Jaehyun’s eyes. He really is a very handsome man, and he looks so extremely vulnerable right now.

His gaze shifts to your lips, and you allow him to take the lead. One of his hands moves up your body, cupping the back of your neck gently. You can smell the spearmint on his breath, as he moves closer.

You maintain eye contact until the moment your lips meet, and then, you do your best to just relax, to forget about the cameras pointed at you. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss, following Jaehyun’s motions, following the gentle notes that soon become more heated.

His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and on instinct, you open your mouth for him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

You try to convince yourself that you’re leaning into this for the sake of the scene, that you’re just being good actors together, but there’s something underneath it all. There’s a desperation. You can almost taste it below the spearmint on his tongue.

It feels good to be kissing Jaehyun, and the realization makes you break the kiss, opening your eyes and blinking in an effort to get yourself out of the daze that’s come over you.

“That was amazing!” Hwasa’s voice is like a slap. “I’ve got some shots, but I’ll need you guys to do it one more time.”

Jesus.

“You good?” Jaehyun asks.

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Let’s just go again.”

You’re kissing him again all too soon, and this time, it’s like fireworks. Your heart is racing in your chest, your skin electrified as you cling to Jaehyun, diving deeper into the feeling of him.

This time, he’s the one to break the kiss, and he looks away immediately. You notice him breathing heavily, but before you can say anything, Hwasa’s approaching again.

“Okay, that was amazing, and I hate to be that person, but I’ve decided I want drone shots too, so… third time is the charm?” She looks between you and Jaehyun and both of you are quick to nod, although, neither of you has yet found your voice.

“You good?” you ask him as Hwasa goes back to her spot, her main drone lifting into the sky with an electric thrum.

“Yeah, just one more,” Jaehyun says, voice wavering.

The two of you get back into position, and you study Jaehyun carefully. You’re looking at him, truly looking at him, and he’s looking at you with the same fierceness. You can tell something has shifted between the two of you, but at this time, you’re unsure how deep it really is.

He kisses you again on Hwasa’s direction, and you wonder how normal it is to feel this way during a kissing scene with a fellow acting partner.

You’ve never had to do this before, but you know Jaehyun has. He’s been in two or three rom-coms, there must be a way to stay professional after kissing a costar, right?

But God, he still feels so good.

You’d thought - or maybe hoped - that the first kiss would be a one-off. That the second wouldn’t be as great, and by now, maybe the butterflies would have escaped the cage in your tummy, but no, the feeling surging through you is as powerful and electric as it had been with the first meeting of your lips.

He leaves you breathless.

Standing on the edge of the cliff with Jaehyun, you realize you’re in deep shit.

Ten:

Jaehyun notices you in the mess hall. You’re looking over food, plating up your dinner, and he decides now is as good a time as any to talk to you.

He doesn’t mean to be a quiet, sneaky sort of guy, but he can’t help the lightness of his walk. When he goes to stand next to you, saying “Hi,” you practically jump, your food stray scrambling a little as you compose yourself.

“Jesus,” you cuss. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… uh, the shoot is over, I head to Milan tomorrow-”

“Yup, I know your schedule,” you nod, sighing. “It’s in our contract that I come to your show and be front row to watch you, remember?”

“Right, yeah.” Jaehyun swallows thickly. “So… reporters are going to be asking a lot of questions about us.”

“Uh huh, that was the point of the paparazzi pics.” You continue filling your tray with food, so unbothered and cool in your movements that it makes Jaehyun’s heart beat faster. Are you unaffected by your kiss from earlier? Because Jaehyun can’t get the feeling of your lips out of his mind.

“I just uh, wanted to say, you can trust me to give the right answers and stuff. I’m PR trained.”

God, Jaehyun wants to strangle himself. He feels so nervous, and the look you give him tells him that you think he’s being a dork. He’s definitely being a dork-

“Okay?” you laugh. “I’m PR trained too, we both took classes when we were kids, remember?”

“Right,” he’s such an idiot, “yeah. Anyways, I guess… I guess I’ll see you in Milan in a couple of days.”

“Sounds good.”

With one final nod, Jaehyun leaves you be, and he beats himself up about the awkwardness of the conversation for the rest of the night.

Eleven:

In this week's news, our favourite kids’ show alumni were spotted getting close on set. y/n’s new music video, Model Cowboy, is set to be one of the videos of the summer, starring Prada ambassador Jung Jaehyun. The two have a long history, and while there have been rumors about their romantic connection in the past, nothing has ever been confirmed… until now.

TMZ dropped a photo of the two embracing outside Jaehyun’s trailer, and the internet officially broke. #modelcowboy has been going absolutely wild on X. One user wrote: “all my dreams are finally coming true! Thank you mama e papa!” While another took to X to say this: “At first, I didn’t love Jaehyun as the whole ‘model cowboy’ trope. He just doesn’t fit it for me. But I don’t know, something about the pictures of him and y/n just feels right- guess you don’t need a history as a rancher to be a cowboy, he’s definitely lassoed my heart.“

So far, the general consensus around our new ‘It Couple’ is that it’s been a long time coming. While there’s no official confirmation about their relationship, one of our reporters caught Jaehyun after a show in Milan last night. When asked about their time shooting the music video together, the actor/Prada ambassador had this to say about y/n: “She was amazing. The whole experience [filming Model Cowboy] went without a hitch. She’s super talented, one of the most driven women I know, and I can’t wait to see how this music video pans out for her.”

When asked about the pictures of the two of them that have been trending, Jaehyun said: “I mean, she’s beautiful, she’s an icon- who wouldn’t want a chance with her?” When the reporter clarified by asking if they’re dating, Jaehyun noted, “You’ll have to ask y/n, I’d never be ‘that’ guy who would speak for a powerful woman like her.”

All we can say is damn, that’s a green flag if we’ve ever seen one.

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Twelve:

There’s nothing like the closing night of a show. Jaehyun feels elated, he feels on the top of his game, like nothing could bring him down.

“You were amazing,” another model tells him, fluffing her hair up with her hand as the two of them decompress backstage.

“You were amazing, Vivienne,” he retorts, never feeling more giddy and boyish than he does now.

“I’m good, but I’m not model of the year good,” she grins.

“You’re still new,” Jaehyun assures her, although, pride is swelling through him.

He sees her skin flush, her eye lashes fluttering at him-

“Jae?” your voice draws him out of his assessment of Vivienne, and he turns in shock to find you standing there.

You look stunning, your stylist team has really outdone themselves with your looks for the past couple of days- but there’s a sour set to your lips that immediately tells him something is wrong.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Am I… interrupting something?” your gaze shifts to Vivienne, and Jaehyun immediately understands what’s going on.

“Excuse us,” he says to Vivienne, grabbing your hand to tug you a few feet away. His voice lowers when he asks, “Are you jealous right now?”

“No,” you retort immediately. “What reason would I have to be jealous?”

You’re making a big show about the notion of jealousy being ridiculous, but Jaehyun knows he’s hit the nail on the head.

“No reason at all,” Jaehyun assures you, and he truly means it. He knows this whole dating this is a PR move, but he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head all week. Every time he’s walked past you sitting front row at the shows- well, he’s been feeling butterflies in a way that he’s hardly been able to admit to himself. “Hey, listen-”

“No, you listen,” you cut him off. “Your show is over, we both fly different places tomorrow morning, management will set our schedules to keep up this whole fake dating thing, I just wanted to say goodbye before I go back to my hotel.”

“Oh, right.” Jaehyun can feel his heart sink in his chest. “Uh… where are you staying?”

“I’m at the Four Seasons.”

“Do you maybe want to get drinks later or something?” he asks.

“I’m sure you have after parties to go to with your… model friends.” Your gaze shifts to Vivienne again, and that same sour twist to your lips appears.

Jaehyun wants to reassure you, but- the words just aren’t coming. Besides, what would he even say? We’re fake dating but I’ve been rethinking our entire dynamic since we kissed and now I’m not so sure I want it to be fake, because I’m actually really into you, and all of our bickering in the past has been because I’m jealous of your driven nature and I’ve seen you as competition but now I see that we can do more together than apart?

It feels like a lot of word vomit, and Jaehyun’s not about to projectile all of that at you right now. He doesn’t want to look stupid again, doesn’t want to feel like an idiot. He’s scared of rejection, in a way he’s never been scared of it before.

Instead, dejected, he just nods. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay, so you go have fun, I’m going back to my hotel, and like I said, I’ll see you when I see you.”

Jaehyun watches you leave, and suddenly, the high from the fashion show has depleted. No one has ever had this kind of hold on his emotions before, and Jaehyun knows he’s going to have to do something about it, he just doesn’t know what.

Thirteen:

“Jeeze, Mark, I told you, I’m going to bed-” Your words cut off as you open your hotel door and find Jaehyun, not Mark, standing there.

“Uh… Hi?” Jaehyun smile sheepishly, and you look him up and down.

He’s in a form fitting suit, but it looks somewhat ragged. His shirt is unbuttoned haphazardly, his hair a little fussed, and his cheeks are flushed pink.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Well, I went to the afterparty, like you told me to, but… I don’t know, I just felt bad about how we left things.”

You’re shocked at how candid he’s being, and you don’t see a hint of dishonestly in his body language. “Have… have you been drinking?” you question next.

“Just a little,” he admits. “Can I…” Jaehyun looks around the hallway outside. “Can I come in?”

“I should really be going to sleep soon-”

“Yeah, I heard, Mark’s been on your ass,” Jaehyun nods, swallowing, “but uh…” he leans forward, voice lowering, “What’s that pipsqueak going to do about you staying up just a little later? I mean, you can sleep on your flight tomorrow, can’t you?”

Yeah, Jaehyun is drunk. “Did you just call Mark a pipsqueak?” you ask in shock.

“So what if I did?” He grins lazily.

“Jae-”

“y/n.”

You sigh. “Come in, sit down, and let me grab you some water.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His smile is much too large for your liking as he enters your hotel room, going to the couch like a good boy.

You can feel his eyes on you as you get him a bottle of water from the fridge, moving to join him. “Here.”

“Thanks.” He unscrews the cap as you sit down, taking a large gulp.

“So… what’s this about?”

He’s still drinking the water, like a child after a marathon, just drinking and drinking with small stops to gasp for air- you can’t help but laugh a little, watching with amusement.

Jaehyun finishes the entire bottle. “So-” He takes a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Making you jealous earlier.”

“What?” You’re in shock. “I was not jealous.”

“You were, and it’s okay.” He places his hand on your knee and you look down at it then up at him questioningly. “I was jealous of you and Haechan back in the day, but the difference is, I wasn’t hitting on Vivienne, I was just trying to be nice to her, you know, as male model of the year and everything.”

“Jae-”

“I wasn’t hitting on her,” he says again, expression turning firm. “You’re my girlfriend and I’d never, ever do that to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Contractually, you are,” Jaehyun insists. “I can be a good boyfriend to you, if you let me try.”

He’s leaning in now, and you grab a pillow, haphazardly shoving it between the two of you so he can kiss that instead.

“Jae!” You hop off of the couch, heart racing.

“Shit, sorry, you’re just- God, have I ever told you that you glow?” Jaehyun looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen on him, it’s almost like admiration.

“What are you even saying?”

“You glow. You light up the room. You just- you sparkle, even without disco balls and diamonds.”

You wrap your silky night robe tighter around your body, feeling self conscious. “I don’t glow.”

“You do,” he insists. “Even when we were younger. I think- I think part of me always worried your glow would diminish mine, if that makes sense- but, but after seeing some of the footage from the music video, I see that, now that we’re older, when we do stuff together, when we’re not competing, we can glow together.”

So he’s like… very drunk.

But… haven’t you always heard that drunk words are sober thoughts?

You look down at him, and it feels like you’re seeing him in a new light.

“Jae?” you question.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on?”

“When we kissed that day on set, I felt something.”

“Are you… not used to feeling things?” you ask.

“Not feeling things like that,” Jaehyun corrects. “I mean, butterflies, sparks, you know, corny rom com shit.”

Your stomach flips, heart beginning to beat faster in your chest- so he’d felt the connection too.

“Look, okay, this is going to be embarrassing if you reject me, but, fuck it, I want to get this all off my chest.” Jaehyun takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his silky hair to steady himself. “I like you. I think, a part of me has always liked you, but, I also used to see you as competition. Now that we’re older, now that we’re both successful, I don’t see you that way anymore- and before you think that’s another backhanded compliment, I just mean, you’ve won Grammys. You’re- a fucking star. And I think… maybe I’ve grown to the point where I can accept other people’s successes without seeing it as a diminishment on my own.”

You’re surprised he can speak this well and use big words while clearly feeling the effects of alcohol, and even more than that, you’re surprised by the context of what he’s saying.

Jeong Jaehyun thinks you’re a star. He recognizes your hard work and your success. He’s not just some smug asshole looking down at you, he’s actually seeing you, and maybe… maybe you’re beginning to see him.

“I appreciate the compliment of what you’re saying,” you tell him, picking your own words carefully.

“There’s that PR training,” Jaehyun winks. “You’re cute. Glowy, little, cute, superstar. Maybe that’s what I should call you, my little superstar, the media would eat it up.”

“That’s your PR training,” you laugh.

“We can’t help it,” he smiles up at you.

“Can I say something without you getting upset?”

“I’ll do my best,” Jaehyun promises solemnly.

“I want to start by saying this isn’t a rejection,” you clarify, “I just wish you would have told me all of this while sober, instead of showing up at my apartment near midnight before we both fly out of town in the morning.”

“I can see that,” Jaehyun nods. “I guess, you kind of scare me.”

“I scare you?” you laugh.

“Uh huh.” He swallows thickly. “Like heights.”

He’s so adorably dorky for a famous actor and Prada brand ambassador.

“But- on that cliff that day, when we kissed, and you reassured me, and you let me hold your hips- I don’t know, it was nice. I- thanks, thanks for doing that.”

“I can be quite nurturing if I think someone deserves it,” you tell him. “Which, speaking of, you’re still drunk, and you downed that whole bottle of water, I think I should get you another, and maybe we can move somewhere more comfortable.”

“Like.. the bedroom?” There’s a glint in his eye, and it makes you scoff.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Jae, you can stay on this couch for all I care.”

“I’ll be good,” he promises, crossing his heart haphazardly.

“Come on.” You hold your hand out for him and Jaehyun takes it, allowing you to help him to his feet. You go get another bottle of water and the two of you move to the bedroom. The mattress is substantially more comfortable than the couch, and Jaehyun releases an audible moan as he clammers down onto it.

You get situated, moing under the covers so you feel less exposed.

“I like it when you’re nice like this,” Jaehyun sighs.

“I’d be nicer if you didn’t always tease me.”

“You like it when I tease.”

“I actually hated it when you told me not to slip as I was getting onto the horse during the shoot, and it completely made me mess up and slip,” you point out, still irritated by that ordeal.

“Okay, to be fair, yes, I’m sorry, but also, your dress was silky as fuck, you were going to slip even if I didn’t say anything, and that’s not your fault, it’s Jenni’s for not giving you better clothes to actually ride a horse with.”

He has a point there.

“So…” Jaehyun switches topic, his demeanor getting more anxious, “back on the couch, you said you weren’t rejecting me… can you… can you explain what that meant.”

“It meant I’m not rejecting you.”

“And salt of the earth means salt of the earth,” Jaehyun retorts, rolling his eyes. “Can you give me a Mark style explanation on what you meant.”

“I meant…” you think about it for a second. “I like you too, I think you might be more into me than I’m into you at the moment-”

“Oh yeah?” he counters, crossing his arms over his chest and getting pouty.

“Yeah,” you laugh.

“Fine, okay, maybe,” Jaehyun concedes. “But?”

“But… I’m willing to explore something with you.”

“Yeah?” His expression brightens. “Really?”

“We’d just have to sort out details, you know- we’re on contract for three or so months, so, if we gave it a real go, and things ended before our contract, how would that even work? There are limitations to having a relationship with someone you work with.”

Jaehyun looks down at the water bottle in his hands, clearly thinking it through. “We can… take it slow? I mean, we’d have to, since we both have different schedules and will be in different countries tomorrow.”

“Slow could work,” you agree.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, and you almost think he’s going to lean in for a kiss again, and then he asks, “What did happen with you and Haechan? Your first single was about him, right?”

You release a laugh, if this is really a can of worms he wants to open, then you suppose you can let him open it.

You begin to explain to him your history with Haechan, and Jaehyun listens intently. Somehow, he gets the ball rolling on your recent relationship with Lee Jeno, and before you know it, two hours have passed with the two of you just discussing past relationships.

Jaehyun tells you about his own ex’s, about his lack of accountability and emotional maturity. He gives voice to all the trouble spots you’ve identified about him in the past, and clarity on his hopes for being better in the future.

He also noticeably sobers up, which makes you feel a lot better about having this sort of intimate conversation with him.

Soon, you’re both just laying in bed facing each other, talking about everything and anything. “Do you remember that time the catering company on set changed?” Jaehyun asks.

“Oh my god, yeah, when the higher ups wanted more vegan and vegetarian options, and it was just like, raw fruit and veggies with store bought hummus?”

“Jaemin wasn’t used to eating anything that wasn’t carbs or meat and in the middle of a take he had to run to the bathroom?” Jaehyun adds.

“Shat his pants and everything, pissed wardrobe off in a way I’ve never seen,” you giggle. “What ever happened to him?”

“I don’t keep up with many of our old castmates,” Jaehyun admits. “But I think he’s some radio show host or something now, has a segment about embarrassing first dates and stuff.”

“He always loved messy gossip,” you sigh, happy to be reminiscing in this way.

There are only a handful of people who can understand what it was like to be on a kids show in your early teens, only a few others in the world you could possibly have this conversation with.

Despite your differences, you and Jaehyun come from the same place, and it makes it easy to talk to him.

Jaehyun’s staring at you, and he pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Should I let you sleep?” he asks. “It’s two AM.”

You’re hardly tired at this point, and now that Jae’s sober… and in your bed… your own mind has found its way into the gutter, and you’re not quite sure what to do about that.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Always.”

“I haven’t gotten laid in a long time,” you sigh. “And… we’re flying to different places tomorrow, so maybe it’s not the best idea I’ve ever had-”

“It is,” Jaehyun interrupts you. “The best idea you’ve ever had.” You shoot him a look and Jaehyun laughs, back tracking. “I mean, your lyrics and albums are great ideas too- but I just mean… If you’re horny, then you’re horny, and I’m, well, here.”

“I just don’t want you to feel taken advantage of.”

“Even if you’d tried to fuck me when I first walked in here, all drunk and being stupid, it still wouldn’t have been taking advantage of me.”

“I think fucking someone while they’re drunk is one of the most obvious scenarios of taking advantage of someone,” you counter.

“Okay, true, but- you know what I’m saying.” Jaehyun flashes you a knowing look. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.”

“That’s so romantic,” you roll your eyes.

Jaehyun laughs, and then he sits up, looking down at you. “If you want romance, we can go shower together or something. I could… romantically wash your body, and tell you how perfect you are-”

“It’s two am, fuck that. Just kiss me.”

Jaehyun grins, then he leans over you, staring into your eyes. He’s moving slower than you thought he would, and part of you wishes he’d just ravage you like some primal animal- but no, he’s acting like he did in your music video. You can practically see adoration in his eyes, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek in a way that’s almost loving.

“I meant it when I said that you glow,” Jaehyun says softly.

“I know you did,” you breathe, grabbing the back of his neck to draw his lips to yours.

It’s odd how familiar the two of you already are. The kiss isn’t awkward at all, but then again, your first kiss hadn’t been either.

Neither of you are trying to dominate it, you’re moving slowly, reading each other’s body language and cues.

When his tongue gently licks your lip, you open your mouth for him, drawing him closer as the kiss deepens.

Jaehyun shifts in your embrace, and then he’s moving to be between your legs, which spread for him. He’s on top of you now, elbows digging into the pillows while you make out like teenagers in love for the first time.

He just feels so good.

For a long time, you’ve felt like an anxious person. You have a lot of weight on your shoulders, but when you’re kissing Jaehyun, that pressure feels lifted. Your mind goes blank as the two of you make out, your body at the forefront instead of your thoughts.

Jaehyun slowly begins to grind down against you, and the gentle pressure on your clit has you groaning against his lips.

You feel him smirk, and then he begins to kiss down your throat, taking his time to suck gently on your skin.

One of his hands slides up your thigh, teasing the waistband of your sleeping shorts before moving back down again. He’s so warm, and you hips push up for more stimulus.

“Jae-” you whimper, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Slow, or fast?” he asks, pulling away from your throat to look down at you.

“A bit of both.”

He cocks his head to the side.

“Fast to get my clothes off, slow to explore, then make me cum,” you clarify.

Jaehyun laughs. “Whatever you want, superstar.”

Your skin tingles at the nickname, and your pussy throbs as Jaehyun begins to remove his clothes. Each button feels like an eternity to get undone, but when he slips the fabric off, you find yourself practically drooling.

He has such a perfect body, not too lean, not too muscled, just perfect.

Then, Jaehyun begins to take off your robe and you sit up to help him. Soon, your shirt is being tugged over your head, and your nipples immediately pebble at the cool air of your hotel room.

You lay back down, staring up at him while Jaehyun takes in your body.

“Glowing,” he whispers, cupping your breast and rubbing his thumb across your nipple.

You whimper at the sensation, and his eyes move up to your face. He’s grinning at you. “Sensitive?” he asks, gently pinching the bud.

You groan, shifting against the bed. “Yeah.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Jaehyun promises, leaning down to kiss you again.

He begins to descend to your throat again, but this time, he goes even farther down, making it to your chest. The first flick of his tongue against your nipple has you whining, and you thread your fingers through his hair again, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

He continues to suck on your breasts, paying attention to both nipples. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, and you’re torn between loving the feeling of this and wanting something more.

It’s as if he reads you, because he pulls away from your chest, hooking his fingers in your shorts. You both adjust to allow him to get you fully naked, and then he lays down between your legs. He presses kisses along the sensitive flesh of your thighs, looking up at you.

There’d been a time in your life when you hadn’t loved eye contact during pussy eating, but there’s something so erotic about the way Jaehyun’s watching you as he brings his mouth to your core.

He kisses your clit gently, and you watch as his eyes close, his tongue swiping up your folds to taste the wet that has accumulated there.

He groans, delving deeper with his tongue, his large hands grabbing your thighs as an anchor as he begins to devour you.

Has anyone ever eaten you out like this? Jeno wasn’t much of a giver unfortunately, and it feels like forever since you’ve had someone doing to you what Jaehyun is currently doing.

Your entire body feels alive, with each flick and suck- You’re clutching at the blankets now, moaning desperately as he works you up faster than any man before him ever has.

You guess you hadn’t put a time limit on making you cum. You’d told him fast to undress, which he did, slow to explore, which he also did- and now, it seems he’s intent on making you cum on his tongue, which is something you have no issues with.

“Jae-” you whimper, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

He looks up at you and you begin to move your hips, riding his face. He stays still, letting you use him, and you can tell from the groan he releases that he kind of likes you taking control in this way.

“I’m close,” you tell him. “Please make me cum.”

Jaehyun’s fingers dig into your thighs, and then he’s back at it. He takes lead again, sucking your clit into his mouth while you cry out and grab the sheets with your free hand.

Your eyes close, your back arching a little as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

It’s a steady build of pleasure, and then, you’re tipping over. You release a strangled gasp as ecstasy courses through you like electric shocks from the tip of your head down to your toes and fingers.

You can feel your pussy contracting with pleasure, a steady rhythm that prolongs the sensation. Jaehyun continues to suck on your clit, helping you through everything until you’re a gasping mess.

He relents, and you can hear him sit up. Your eyes are still closed, one hand now haphazardly thrown across your eyes as you try to catch your breath.

The sound of Jaehyun’s pants hitting the floor draws your attention, and you look up to find Jaehyun standing there in all his glory.

“Still want to do this?” he asks.

“Get over here,” you command, opening your arms for him.

Jaehyun flashes you a grin, then he rejoins you on the bed.

Your lips are meeting a moment later. It’s not a gentle slow exploration anymore, but a hungry, lust fuelled haze. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it turns you even more. You wrap your legs around his hips, tugging him closer.

His cock rubs between your pussy lips and you whimper, reaching between yourselves to line him up- Jaehyun takes your hand, moving it aside. Then, two fingers enter your soaked core and you groan against his lips.

“Gotta prep you,” Jaehyun muses. “You said you haven’t been fucked in a while.”

“Don’t tease though,�� you warn gently, looking up at him.

“Never.” He kisses you again, drowning out the anxious thoughts as he finger fucks you, spreading his fingers and working you open in preparation for his cock.

Jaehyun begins to curl his digits, hitting the sensitive spot inside of you that has you groaning. You break the kiss to burrow your face against his throat, panting as he draws more and more pleasure out of your already exhausted body.

You feel something drip on your upper thigh, and you look down to see the precum leaking out of Jaehyun’s tip. “Sorry,” he groans, “I’m just, super turned on right now.”

“Then fuck me,” you insist, biting at his earlobe. “I’m prepped now.”

“You sure?”

“We’re both dripping, Jae, just fuck me.”

“You got it, superstar.” Jaehyun grins as he kisses you. He finger fucks you a little more and then he pulls his digits out of your wet core. You watch him sit up, licking his fingers clean, then he grabs the base of his cock.

He presses the tip into you, looking up to watch your reaction. When you release a moan, Jaehyun grins. He steadies over you again, his biceps bulging as his lips meet your own. He pushes deeper inside of you, taking it slow until his hips are flush against yours.

You both groan at the feeling.

“See?” you gasp. “Told you I could take you.”

“Taking me so well,” Jaehyun agrees, his breath hot against your throat as he begins to pepper your skin with kisses.

Jaehyun’s hips start to move, and he fucks you gently at first, allowing your inner walls to get used to the size of him. His kisses distract you as he opens you up, his pace increasing.

You release a loud moan when the tip of his cock hits a deep spot inside of you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your throat. “Right there?” he asks, doing the motion again. “Is that the place?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, nodding. “Right there.”

Jaehyun brings his lips to your own, and he kisses you deeply as he continues to abuse that special spot. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, keeping him close as he fucks you. God, you’re so lost in him, in the best possible way.

You never miss out on beauty sleep, but Jaehyun is more than worth it.

“Superstar?”

“Yeah?” you ask, half delirious.

“Would it be bad if I asked you to ride me?”

“Huh?”

“I just- I could still fuck up into you, but I don’t know, I kind of want to see you on top.”

“Really?” you look up at him in shock. “You strike me as a man who likes to have control.”

“Says the woman who likes to have control,” he counters with a grin. “Or… do you just want to be my pillow princess?”

You consider it for a moment. “You know what, yeah, let me get on top, I want to watch you when you cum.”

Jaehyun physically shivers from your words, and you watch his pupils dilate with interest. “Fuck,” he groans. “Yeah, get on top.”

It’s a quick adjustment, with Jaehyun dragging you onto his lap. You sit down on his cock and both of you groan at the feeling. He’s completely inside of you like this, and you press your hands to his chest, steadying yourself for a moment.

Then, you begin to bounce.

Jaehyun throws his head back against the pillows, moaning deeply.

Fuck, he’s so hot like this.

There’s something so erotic about being on top, on knowing that you’re going to be riding him when he cums.

Your whole relationship has been about competing for power, and now, in the midst of one of the most vulnerable exchanges of power, Jaehyun had stopped from his position on top to give you the opportunity to be in control.

You like that. You like it a lot.

It shows he hadn’t been lying when he’d talked about the two of you glowing together, and it gives you a newfound kind of hope for whatever relationship is budding between the two of you.

You ride him harder at the thought, and his hands find your hips, helping you bounce.

“Fuck, fuck-” Jaehyun groans, his fingers digging into your skin. “Feels so good.”

In all honesty, the first position had felt better for you, when he was doing all the work, but you’d never admit that to him, especially not while deep in the throes of passion like this. He’d already made you cum, and now, you want to return the favour.

You ignore the burning in your thighs, fucking Jaehyun in a way you’ve never fucked a man before. You can feel the power of it bubbling inside of you, and you focus on his expression, on the pleasure that’s written all over him.

“Jae,” you groan, “want you to cum for me.”

“Don’t-” he swallows thickly. “Don’t you want me to hold out a little longer?”

“It’s our first time, we have flights tomorrow,” you retort. “Just let go, I wanna feel it.”

“You and your scheduling,” Jaehyun laughs, but it quickly turns into a groan, his eyes closing again. “Fuck, okay, but you have to let me make it up to you sometime.”

“Next time we see each other we can spend hours fucking,” you tell him.

“Promise?”

“I promise, now be good and cum for me, yeah?”

Jaehyun shivers again, and there’s a slight look of confusion on his face. You get the sense that he’s not used to being talked down to like this- but it’s clear it turns him on in a new, foreign sort of way.

“Okay, yeah.” Jaehyun anchors himself against the bed, and then he begins fucking up into you, his muscles rippling under his perfect skin. “Shit, fuck-”

You watch the pleasure build in him, until he reaches his peak. The tension clearly snaps, and he lets out a deep groan that goes straight to your core.

You continue to ride him, intent on helping him through it-

Jaehyun grabs you and pulls you down to his chest, holding you still as he shoots his load deep in your pussy. He’s groaning in your ear, hips twitching-

God, you love the way you’re pinned like this, the way he’s cumming so hard he needed you to just stop.

You allow him to finish, and his grip slowly lets up on you. He’s no longer using his strength to keep you still, he’s just holding you, the two of you panting desperately.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“That day, behind my trailer, the first time I held you,” Jaehyun clears his throat, “could you feel my heart racing the way it is now?”

“I was more focused on my own heart,” you admit.

“Yeah?”

“It was going pretty fast.”

Jaehyun releases a laugh, holding you tighter. “Guess we were both in for it, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Jaehyun holds you a little while longer, and then he sighs. “I should let you get your beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, but you can stay over if you want.”

“Really?”

“Could you imagine how much people would react if the paparazzi got a picture of you leaving my hotel tomorrow morning?”

Another chuckle escapes him. “You and your PR training.”

“You love it,” you insist.

Jaehyun releases a sigh, burying his face closer to your throat. “I do love it.”

You’re from the same world, the same industry, and no one has ever understood you or your job the way Jaehyun does.

Wrapped in his arms, the two of you set to fly to different countries in just a couple of hours, something about him just feels so right.

You’ve spent your whole life trying to be someone else for other people, for your management team, for your fans- but with Jaehyun, maybe you can just be exactly who you are, professional obligations and all.

He’d said it himself, he’d seen your glow from the moment you met, even as awkward kids on a tv show trying to make names for yourself. He’d seen your sparkle before you’d even seen it in yourself, and now, maybe he’s right. Maybe you can learn to glow together.

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“Wow,” you breathe, staring out at the crowd as you clutch the Grammy in your hand. “I can honestly say, I never expected this award. To win Best Music Video, I just- I’m in shock. I want to thank my parents, my label, my team of wonderful people, production, styling, Hwasa, who directed the video, and Mark, my manager. I want to thank my fans especially, I wouldn’t be anywhere without you. And, I also want to thank my amazing scene partner, Jaehyun. I know a lot of people were confused about Jae being the Model Cowboy, but he showed up to set, and something just clicked. We made magic with this one, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Thanks again, wow, thanks.”

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