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heerinnie · 7 months

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U are my high.

PART 1 | PART 2 (not proofread)

SYNOPSIS: Jake has always been your and Sunghoon’s best friend. Just the three of you against the world with the strongest bond you’ve ever had, your soulmate, partner in crime, crush and brother’s closest friend. Could there be a chance you were something more? And if you were, would you risk the 7 years of friendship you shared and break the trust of your dear brother?

WARNINGS: fratboy!Jake, reader refers to Jake as Jae Jaeyun and Jake, mentions of masturbating, Jake’s a borderline perv, angst, weed, drinking, friends to lovers, making out, cliffhanger ending.

WC: Around 4k

GUIDE: text like this = flashback, text like this = incoming smut

(open) TAGLIST: @onlyjaeyun

The hours of the day passed like minutes as the anxiety of the party you were going to attend crept up your spine. It’s not like you were scared or uncomfortable, in fact you felt as comfortable as could be because the reassuring presence of your best friend of 7 years.

Growing up with an older brother meant his best friends were almost always over and eventually as some time passed those friends became some of your closest companions. Especially Jake, you were the closest to him out of everyone, he was the Park sibling favourite. Growing up with Jaeyun you witnessed him go from a nerdy quiet 14 year old to a a popular frat boy everyone dreamed of but throughout that growth he was always just Jaeyun or Jae to you and nothing could change that, every year was the same but this year. This year was different, every day at school you see his smile light up like a bright sun which has always made you weak in the knees giving you a butterfly rampage in your stomach. Each evening you find yourself laying facing your wall like some sort of kid making stupid noises while scrolling through his endless archive of photos on instagram. Worst thing about this crush was that he was feeding into your delusions like an idol giving out fan service. His eyes were always on you, your DMs were pinned to the top of his socials, he even had you as his wallpaper even though it was just a candid picture of you and Sunghoon that he took. You would never risk asking him to be yours so all the slight touches and knee buckling whispers you shared were meaningless. The possessiveness in you made you feel sick about the thought of tipsy and almost drunk girls dangling off of Jake’s shoulder like cheap jewellery knowing all they wanted was just to get in his bed for one night. It was selfish, you were selfish. You knew he’d only want to make sure they arrived home safely and kindly brushing off their sexual gestures like the gentleman he was but inside of you there was always a lingering feeling of disappointment and fear when his big puppy like eyes left yours. It’s called being an attention whore. You thought he felt like he was still a big brother to you and you’re nothing but a his best mate’s little sister he had to babysit, that’s all you were ever going to be Sunghoon’s cool little sister.

Your body reflected in the mirror Jae helped you put up, whilst examining the outfit you had on a far memory of the moving day popped up in you head remember how Jae helped you and Sunghoon move in to your shared apartment far from your parents and how your luck that day was nonexistent, it was a smooth ride until you a dropped a box full of clothes in front of him exposing the smallest pairs of underwear and mini dresses you owned right at jaehyun’s feet. In that box was the dress you were wearing tonight, a simple short black dress that rose just above your knees with lace cutouts accentuating your curves, with the failure of the last party you and your crew attended you decided to go all out and wear the sluttiest piece of clothing you owned to catch a certain someone’s attention, all types of thoughts blared in your head of how the night could potentially go until you hear a voice snap you out of your thoughts,

“You look like a statue” you heard his accented voice tell you,

“What?” Your body finally turned around to look the man in his eyes, you read his expression yet you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His gaze churned with a look of shock and disbelief, jaw dropping and eyes widening at the sight of your outfit,

“What.” You asked again, this time with a hint of insecurity lacing your tone thinking the outfit you chose made you look unflattering when it was the complete opposite. You would never care what anyone especially a guy would think of you and your style choices and yet you always wanted Jake’s approval.

“Why are you so fucking pale?” you sighed at his words, hoping to calm down your nerves and heart rate before you collapse with his intense look still lingering on you. What a strange reaction to seeing your best friend all dolled up.

“Oh I don’t know Jaeyun” your voice retorted, ‘’maybe it’s because you look like you just saw a ghost-”

“Woah don’t pull out the government name” he fake sulked pulling his hands up to his chest covering his dramatically wounded heart letting his expression default to his normal cheery self after a while.

“I didn’t even say anything no need to bark at me” his amused voice echoed through your head as his eyebrows cocked up,

“I would never bark for or at you Mr Sim” the fabric of his dress shirt burned your fingertips as you poked the older male to tease him for his previous statement. You didn’t even know what was going through you at this point, you were best friends for 7 years along with your brother, the three of you were like family so it just felt so wrong and disturbing to all of a sudden have these sort of thoughts and feelings for someone sunghoon claimed to be his ‘brother from another mother’. It’s just a tiny crush and that was the most you’d ever admit. As far as you knew both you and Hoon were in love with him but in two completely different ways, he had so much platonic love and admiration for him yet you just wanted to climb onto of him and make him yours, you obviously never really did anything about your strange attraction because you never dared break the line between your brother and your his best friend.

“My empathy senses are tingling, what’s wrong?” His bigger hand clutched your pointer finger and moves it away from his chest letting his finger tips linger on you for a little longer than necessary.

“Nothing...” that’s a lie something really was wrong and you knew it because every time he touched you you felt a spark go down your spine and your head get a little dazed. Even at the most minuscule and innocent touches you wanted to lose your cool and scream like a banshee. Not wanting to push you out of your comfort zone he dropped the topic and started leading you out of the bedroom towards the main entrance where everyone else including your brother had gathered.

“Y/nnie... you look beautiful tonight” you were met with a hug from heeseung the oldest of the bunch. Heeseung was the most lightweight person you knew since everyone around you were slightly tipsy whilst seung was already giggling to himself after the 3 pre-party drinks he shared with the crew. You gave the oldest a pursed lipped smile and a small laugh imagining the chaos that would unfold once the party was in its peak. Meanwhile, Jake’s eyes never left your face again trying to read your mind and ignore his own feelings of jealousy igniting.

“I’m gonna steal Miss Park for a second if that’s fine with you” his hand tugged on your arm leading you away from the group before anyone could protest, you heard Hoon shout something about no funny business after you and Jake left the group yet you paid it no attention. You didn't need Jake's words to guide you as you followed him towards the empty living room like a lovesick puppy, he practically dragged you there like a marionette.

“Alright, tell me.” The words left his mouth after hiding behind a door to the next room leaving the group stranded in the hallway,

"Nothing I'm fine" you shrugged him off lightly trying to smile as genuinely as you could,

"Y/n come on, stop drowning and wallowing in self pity, I know somethings wrong and I’m not gonna let it ruin ou- your night" his words genuine and eyes were sincere.

“If it’s about last time then I’m still sorry, I’ll apologise as many times as I have to” you felt yourself cringe at the memory of the last party you two attended.

“For goodness sake don’t bring that up, please just leave that in the past!” You hissed out the words through your gritted teeth letting Jake know it’s still a sensitive topic. Another reason for your random mood drop was the agonising memories of the last party you attended alone with Jake.

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He wouldn’t stop talking and laughing with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen paying you little to no attention leaving you wandering thought the packed house alone. Manoeuvring thought sweaty dancing bodies until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of a grinning smile you recognised somewhere but your drunken eyes couldn’t recognise who it was until you heard him ask you to dance. You almost immediately recognised Nicholas agreeing to dance with him. Your idgaf mentality snuck up on you as you felt your hips push with his, you were as they say dancing without leaving space for Jesus. The alcohol infiltrating your veins blurred your mind as you look up at Nicholas realising just how attractive he is and to get your mind off Jake and his walking talking one night stand you made a move. You felt his plush lips press on yours igniting a flame only Jake has ever set afire, his sharp eyes darkened as he pulled you aside to an empty room letting you continue what you started. All was going well, Jake and that bimbo were out of your subconscious and you were getting all hot and bothered with a beautiful man letting his hands roam all over your barley covered body feeling a pool of arousal build as his explored your mouth. His deeper than usual voice asking you if you really wanted to do this you purred out a response telling him that you’re up for it it he is. His soft hands tracing up your thighs as all the space between you was gone, but of course you can’t have one peaceful night in your life and Jake and the devil herself stumbled in the room almost eating each others faces. It took no time for Jake to realise the situation and he pushed the girl off of him and landed his palm on his neck thinking of something to say and yet no words came out.

Embarrassed, angry and disappointed you let your body run out of the room leaving Nicholas and Jake exchanging looks, one of embarrassment and awkwardness and the other of pure rage and shock.

Never in your life have you wanted two guys to fight over you. Well that’s a lie, you did but not like this. Not in a public place surrounded by people you know and that are actively in your social circle but that didn’t stop from Nicholas and jake rushing after you.

“Wait!” One of them called out after you, it didn’t matter who it was you just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It didn’t take long for them to catch up with you as you stood outside the building trying to catch a breathe after suffocating inside for what felt like hours. Jake approached you pushing Nicholas out of the way. It only took a few seconds for your rage to build up and push Jake away from your body and your intoxicated body stumbling from your own impact,

“You dick.” Your emotionless voice whispered, Jakes hurt voice mumbled a quiet what to your reaction,

“You Sim Jaeyun are the biggest dick I’ve ever met, you’re fucking unbelievable” you slurred out louder than before watching as Jake’s face twisted into a pained expression mirroring the same one he pulled a few hours before in the safety of your own rooms. Before Jake could reply you started walking off feeling like you were about to vomit from all the emotions you felt,

"Wai-" he called out again attempting to take off going after you until Nicholas blocked you out of his way,

“Not now dude” nicho defended you trying to give you space like a good friend he was. You were still walking not caring about the tears pouring down your cheeks. You stopped abruptly when you heard the sound of a punch, pulling you back towards the entrance of the party where Jake stood pulling the boy by his collar. The sight knocked wind out of your lungs as you rushed back to Nicholas’ side watching as a small trail of blood slid from his nose. That was enough for you to turn around and slap your brother’s best friend straight in the face,

“You ignore me for majority of the party, you start trying to fuck that girl inches away from me and then you let me leave ALONE in a house full of drunk dudes that smells like booze and weed” you got closer to his face poking your finger on his chest making him back up a little.

“Then once I finally find a nice guy you and your leech interrupt the only part of the night i would’ve enjoyed and now what you punch him in him face for stepping up for me?” You let out a dry laugh of disbelief not wanting to believe that someone you called your best friend would do that. Why couldn't he just get it over with right now, like ripping off a bandaid and tell you now. Tell you how you drive him to insanity, why couldn't he be honest with his own desires? If only you knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt you, letting the mixture of alcohol and his shame of wanting to forget you get the worst of him.

“You are such a pussy, I genuinely can’t even look at you right now Jake!” Your voice raising in anger before you delivered the final blow,

“What would Sunghoon think? Hm?” The humiliation that rested with the name of your brother broke his mind, reminiscing over the nights when he did all those things behind Hoon’s back letting himself give in to the temptation you brought along.

“What would MY brother think of you when he find out you left your only responsibility of the night to get some pussy? That you’re too busy being a man whore for a girl who’s name you don’t know and will probably never speak to again, making her your priority”.

You’ve never seen Jake cry before so the sight of tears welling up in his eyes made your heart swell with an inexplainable ache never in your 7 years of friendship have you seen Jake let out a tear whatsoever unleash a tsunami of emotion, never did you expect that at some point in your life you'd have to witness the real Jake instead of the usually happy faced guy who never shows his pain or sadness to you. It was then when you realised the real problem was not you wanting him, the problem was something much deeper and serious since the Jake you knew would never let you down like this.

“Honestly Jake, you’re lucky she ran into me and not some dude that would do fuck all to her” and with that you left with Nicholas driving you back home promising yourself you’ll never attend a party after that at least not with Jake.

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It took weeks for Jake to get back onto your and Hoon’s radar after days and days of ignoring his texts. You wanted to talk to him but you felt so ashamed and hurt you couldn’t look at him, but now that was all in the past. Both you and Sunghoon forgave him sooner than later not wanting to waste the beautiful 7 years you held together over a girl and Jake’s raging hormones.

After what felt like forever Jake finally snapped you back into reality with his hand on your shoulder,

“I promise I won’t leave you again.” His voice whispered into your ear as he let his body swallow you into a hug.

“I’ll be stuck to you like glue until you tell me to piss off” you finally let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in until he started tracing circles on your neck. Sim Jaeyun will be the death of you one day.

After that whole moment, you felt relief as you walked back into the hallway getting ready to leave not noticing the glances of suspicion jay, hoon and sunoo exchanged at your return.

The ride to the party was short and loud as you were squished between heeseung and Jake. You loved the little crew of friends you acquired but damn were they loud, you were sort of glad that they were though because all that noise the boys were producing interrupted the voice of anxiety that’s been marinating in the back of your mind since the morning.

Once you arrived at the house , you could hear music blaring from inside the house along with yells and laughter from people doing dumb shit for the fun of it, this was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Do you have any idea how much effort I went through to not smell like weed?” you you heard a shout form the other side of the door eventually locking eyes with the culprit. Yeonjun rushed over welcoming his friends with open arms, it was no doubt that yeonjun threw the best monthly parties ever, like the ones you see in euphoria or project x and being a music major himself he always had the best playlists to drink and dance to.

Another skill of his was decorating his beautifully prestigious home into a total party house, your gaze lingered on the designed windows showcasing the large backyard where the rest of the party was going down. His excuse for throwing another massive party was that it was someone birthday, who’s? A random man he met outside of a shop the day before, it wasn’t even known if the birthday boy was there himself but that didn’t stop him from celebrating the dudes birth. You were more than grateful that you had friends that you could fuck around with and forget the mundanity of being a student with a 9/5 job.

The environment of the house changed completely when you entered the backyard, whilst yeonjun may have claimed he just put some tables and chairs out, he totally went above and beyond. He placed strings of fairy lights from the ceiling of patio to the railings of the pool umbrellas. Everyone was dancing enjoying their night with a few faces you’ve never seen before but before you could leave and socialise Jake jogged to you bringing over some drinks he got from the liquor table claiming it’s yeonjun’s magic party elixir.

You doubted that yeonjun actually knew how to make a ‘magic potion’ but knowing him and his ways of labelling things you weren’t complaining as the beverage tasted heavenly.

As you watched everyone move you couldn’t help but felt Jake’s arm slither around your waist pulling you closer his the warmth of his body. You could smell the sweet aroma of his coconut scented body wash and cologne you gifted him as an anniversary gift celebrating the past couple years you’ve spent with him.

“You seem bored, are you?” his honey voice whispered into your ear whilst the clutch on your side tightened,

“Wanna go somewhere else? I know a place here that you’d appreciate” your eyes moved to the sight of Jake’s half bitten lip trying to analyse his body language to get a hint of if tonight was the night you’d cross the line of your friendship and the boundary hoon set up between you and his best friends. A slight smirk formed on your face as you felt his hand shift from your waist to your palm leading you upstairs not noticing the pair of eyes watching the scene quietly unfold.

You reached the top of the stairs you stopped and looked around feeling a sense of dejà vu looking at the pictures of your friend group with yeonjun from previous parties plastered on the walls. Strangely enough there wasn’t a picture of party you last attended, maybe it wasn’t just you that had a bad experience that night.

Once you made it past the door of the room you saw a balcony that Jake stopped infront of locking his eyes with yours, making you feel small and comfortable under his watch. With one swift movement the balcony door flew open revealing a string of fairy lights wrapped around rusting railing casting warm colours contrasting the browns and grays of the aging metal. The view of the car littered driveway ignited a feeling of peace, a feeling of relaxation and happiness as the cool night breeze hit your legs making you shiver.

“What would you say if you and me went somewhere beyond whatever we have right now?” Jake’s body pressed onto the railing letting his shoulders relax,

“Jake, are you trying to flirt with me?”

“I mean…” his shoulders lifted into a shrug,

“I guess I’ve been trying for the last 3 years” you definitely misheard what he said.

“Sorry?” Your breathy voice questioned the confession,

“For years I needed you, in secrecy and silence…” Jake let his head drop to his chest as the words carelessly left his thoughts. The Shakespearean words that left his mouth gave you a feeling of unease as anxiety consumed both you and him at the reaction of his best friend and your brother finding out about the nature of the situation you pushed yourself into. His mind travelled back to the memory of the night you fought and for a moment everything seemed scarily surreal. No matter how hard he tried it seemed nearly impossible to keep it together. The guilt of staying up all night to talk to you long after Hoon went to sleep only to hang up at 3am and try to ignore the aching tent in his pants. The dishonour of having to look his best friend in the eyes a couple hours after having perverted dreams about his younger sister.

“Please… say something” The self loathing broke through his words causing you to look away for a moment before snapping back to situation,

"You wanted me for years but kept quiet about it?"

"Yes" His face fell under the glow,

“Why are you telling me now?” You've known Jake for 7 years now and in almost half the time he was always fighting against his attraction towards you. The teasing has been endless as well as the flirting that seemed meaningless but now you see it in a different light than before.

He always told himself to be strong and stay away from you because of what would happen if anyone found out about this, the rumours that might surface since he didn’t necessarily have the best reputation, how much it would hurt Hoon, especially when he promised to take care of his only sibling. You both knew each other well, hell you two even got changed in the same room but no matter how many times he promised himself to take things slow and move on you always stumbled in pushed him to his limit. Why did it take so long? Why did his thought spill like water out of a tap?

"Because it's been too long”

his body now taking baby steps towards your upright and stiff body. A glint of hunger lacing his bittersweet words, it was never supposed to go this far. Jake gave up on girls when he met you and swore off having a relationship because no girl compared to you choosing to temporarily live a life without real intimacy since you were off limits. You don't understand why he was so honest to you after years of masking and hiding and maybe you would’ve found out right then and there if it wasn’t for the intrusive knock on the bedroom door behind you. Jake jumped away from you to open the door only to see the same eyes that pierced your back when you escaped upstairs with Jake.

I did it! I finally finished this fix that I was supposed to post like 2 months ago. Now you’re just gonna have to wait for me to write part 2 😚 (it will probably be here in like 2 weeks or smth since I’m back from my writing vacation). I kinda rushed the end and if you didn’t understand what the text in italics meant it was a flashback to the party accident that caused y/n to feel anxious about that party. I’ll also mention that English isn’t my first language so if there are errors please just let your inner voice autocorrect it.

Reblogs and feedback is always welcome here since I love seeing what you guys have to say or just seeing your reactions, stay safe ily 💟💟

-Rinnie <3

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yaasirambles · 3 months

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FRAT BOY JAEHYUN TRYING TO ASK YOU OUT BUT YOU NEVER REALLY NOTICED HIM BECAUSE YOU’RE ACADEMIC WEAPON ERA IS SKYROCKETING. then you had a one night stand with him when you got drunk and now he can’t stop thinking of you being on your knees and he n e e d s you like NOW

FratBoy!Jaehyun you meet at a party ur friend was hosting and begging you to go to because "you need to get out of the house. Let loose. Stop studying so damn much. It won't kill you for one night 🙄"

You give in. Get all dressed up and hot. Suddenly you see a boy from one of your GE classes. Jaehyun. He comes in with some other guys. You strike up a convo talking about the class. You felt comfortable talking with him since you previously were partnered for a past project for Bio. and he asks you how you got to the party. You explain its a party your friend and her sorority girls are hosting as a collab with one of the frats. "Oh. I'm in that frat. That's why I'm here" he laughs. "No kidding. I kinda saw that coming" you tease him since he totally looks the type.

The night goes on and you two kinda stick by each other. Talking. Drinking. Not too much. But enough to get relaxed and a little more bold and touchy. You're sitting on the couch together and his arm is around your shoulder. Your body relaxed into his side. His fingers lightly scratching your arm. You turn your head to look at him. He's sooo fucking hot. And you just kiss his neck. He's surprised and then chuckles softly "you good?" He looks down at you. "Just letting myself do something I want for once" you whispers and bite his skin a little. He groans and then whispers "Let's go to a room" and you nod. You lead him to your friends room where she said you could stay for the night if anything. You pull him in and close the door. Activities ensue

You see him in class a few days later. You haven't talked about the hook up. But neither of you can stop thinking about it. He looks at you in class and his mind runs wild with the memories of you gripping onto him, nails dragging down his back and moaning his name. Every time he fucking sees you in class or on campus it all floods back and he can't take it.

He texts you one day "Hey. Can we study together? This exam has me nervous" So you let him come over to your place. Your hair clipped up in a hair clip. Some strands around your face. A tight shirt hugging your body. Casual Lil shorts. He groans to himself. He tries to study with you. But he can't take it anymore. He drops his pencil on "accident" and you squat down to pick it up. You feel his eyes on you and you look up at him. "You good?" You ask him and he doesn't answer. His palm caresses your cheek and his thumb swipes over your bottom lip. You open your mouth and he slides his thumb him. You start sucking on it. And he groans "fuck. You look so fucking pretty on your knees like that. Been thinking about it for so long" and your tongue swirls around his thumb. You look up at him innocently and settle on your knees. Your hands rubbing the tops of his thighs before you start to undo his belt and unzip his pants...

Some type of bio studying was done, maybe more of a hands on anatomy lesson? 🤭

#nct #kpop #nct imagines #nct scenarios #yaasianswers #yaasiasks #jaehyun nct #nct jaehyun #jaehyun smut #nct hard hours #nct smut

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imninahchan · 4 months

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ninazita, poderia fazer um hc do jaehyun bemm fratboy? um carinha bemmm golpe, ele bem com vibe de nego doce/nego diabetes😋 por favooor 💕

⠀ ⠀ ⌜⠀⠀ JAEHYUN + f r a t b o y 𓂃 ഒ ָ࣪

Conteúdo sexual.

Não foi preciso nenhuma amiga te dizer, fofocas chegarem ao seu ouvido, nem nada, só de olhar para JAEHYUN você já sabia. Seja pelo jeito maroto de sorrir, o bandinho de amigos canalhas com ele ainda, o boné pra trás e a marra — era golpe certo, óbvio. Mas você pareceu não se importar, não é mesmo?

A primeira vez em que conversam de fato, fora dos cumprimentos cortês de bom dia e boa tarde quando se trambavam pelo campus, acontece numa festinha. É recepção de calouros, e ele como bom veterano não podia deixar de comparecer;

O vê flertando com as meninas que estão chegando agora e sente um leve ciúmes. Vai ao bar quando ele está lá para encher a caneca com o emblema do curso, como quem não quer nada, mas internamente esperando que seja reconhecida. E é. JAEHYUN lembra de ti, a menina bonitinha com quem cruza pelo prédio, às vezes vê pela biblioteca. Sorri, ao se recordar. “E aí?”, é a forma mais despretensiosa que tem de puxar assunto, “gostando da festa?”. Você dá de ombros, “minha amiga desapareceu com um carinha”, reclama. E ele, claro, como o bom moço que é não te deixaria sozinha, “que vacilo. Mas não fica tristinha, não, vem ficar comigo até ela voltar.”

Por mais que o convite parecesse apenas simpático de primeira, sabe que as coisas facilmente escalariam. Dito e feito, vocês terminam a noite se pegando num cantinho qualquer. Ele terminando o beijo com um selinho molhado e aquele sorrisinho ladino enquanto morde o próprio lábio;

JAEHYUN te procura depois, porque quer mais do que provou. Porém deixa claro que não quer nada sério, “não tô num momento bom pra namorar... mas... se você quiser algo mais... casual... pode me ligar que eu venho, princesa”. E não mentiu, pode ser madrugada que, se você ligar com a voz manhosa pelo telefone, ele aparece na sua porta;

Vocês transam com certa frequência, quer dizer, é mais pra isso mesmo que essa relação se estabeleceu desde o começo. JAEHYUN te manda mensagens quentes entre as aulas, implorando por só uns minutinhos escondidos no banheiro pra te colocar de joelhos com a boquinha aberta pra ele;

Mas você sabe que não é a única. O Jung está contigo, só que continua frequentando as festinhas, aparecendo em dezenas de stories abraçadinho com outras garotas, e se você questiona ela devolve um “qual foi, princesa?”, com a voz bem rouca e um sorriso cafajeste. O maior problema dele, além da canalhice, é saber que é o bonito, porque isso faz dele cem vezes pior;

Só que não perdoa a sua canalhice. Se te vê nos stories de alguém, ou escuta alguma fofoca, vem cobrar. E tem a pachorra de retrucar “é diferente” se você fala da postura dele;

Vocês podem ficar nesse rala-e-rola incerto por bastante tempo, praticamente a graduação toda, mas existe 99,9% de chance dele querer firmar algo sério depois da formatura, porque ele ama breeding e tá louco pra meter no pelo em ti desde da primeira foda.

#imninahchan #headcannon #headcanon #nct headcanons #nct 127 headcanons #jaehyun headcanons #jaehyun

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prodbymaui · 1 year

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11:45 PM - Fratboy!Jung Jaehyun

Jaehyun palms your clothed pussy between your legs, not minding the subtle stares and videos being taken, as he sucks at your neck like a starved man. ''Jae, they're staring..'' You whisper at him, grabbing his arm. Your eyes remains close as you take heavy breaths due to the pleasure of Jaehyun circling his thumb around you clit through your panty.

''Let them, baby,'' Jaehyun nonchalantly says. He pushes your panty to the side and enter a finger inside your hole, earning a gasp from you. The one became two and it soon became three, thrusting to your pussy with a wet squelch.

''God, all of them can hear how wet you are for me, doll,'' Jaehyun groans, feeling himself getting harder. He scissors your pussy, stretching you as he prepares you for his cock. One of your tits is now out and is being sucked by your boyfriend but it's covered with a jacket.

''Jae.. Jae!'' You grinds on his fingers, keeping your head down. Mouth is all open and eyebrows furrows. You grab a handful of Jaehyun's shirt before throwing you head back with a bite on your lap. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you feel your peak.

''That's my girl,'' Jaehyun mutters against your skin, riding your high with his fingers.

You wouldn't be surprised if a video gets viral tomorrow, exposing you being fingered by your boyfriend at his frat's party.

#jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct timestamps #jung yoonoh #prodbymaui #nct 127 smut

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.2

Yuta

Lemme just start off by saying

HE WILL TAKE YOUR BITCH!!!!

lmaooo

This man has a different girl on his arm every week

I am so serious

It was Keisha, It was Sonya, It was Tonya, It was Monique, It was Nece, It was Keke

if you ask him

He'll tell you he didn't fuck them but he did

multiple times

and it's ironic because

He takes at least 3 gender studies courses every year

so this man right here is a feminist Fratboy

lmaooo

he respects women but will never turn down s3x

He's an Architectural Design Major

so he's good with hands and stuff *wink wink*

the type to skip lectures but still pass the course

He is at EVERY SINGLE party

will never miss one

he 100% knows that him being a feminist contributes to the amount of pu$$y he gets

if y'all fuck he gives you a lollipop or a coupon as a parting gift

if you were good just know he's gonna check on you every 2 weeks lmaoo

"That pussy still mine right?...well it's yours in theory because you know I don't own your body but you get what I'm saying..."

He's a jerk but also...not a jerk

Doyoung

please this man would be the snobbiest

most uptight fratboy everrrrrr

He's an Economics major

don't be mistaken though honey

He's uptight asf but he is a frat boy

anything you need just ask him

yes he cusses Johnny out whenever the house smells like weed

but he's the one that buys it every Tuesday and Thursday @ 4pm sharp

Yes, he smokes it but don't tell anyone...

YES, hell tell you he's celibate if you ask

but between me and you...

he definitely fucked that one lecturer so she could fix his grades

and he also fucked her daughter

and the daughter's best friend...

anywayyyyyyyy he doesn't like to talk about it.

ifc you were to compare all of em

i'd say Doyoung has one of the highest body counts here

but strangely enough no one would know

unless he said it

He's had multiple pregnancy scares

to the point where now

he has a bank account open just for that

Hates bitches who try to hard

but loves the chase

he's sneaky asf and if you know what's good for you stay out of his way

Jaehyun

The embodiment of fratboy

He's 100% a legacy

generations of menacing behaviour

he's a business major

daddy's money type of guy

so he really doenst give a fuck

he does EVERYTHING

smokes

hosts sex parties (much to Taeil's displeasure)

Fucked an entire sorority

fails his exams

leads girls on

etc.

he is allergic to relationships

there i said it

where as i can see the rest of em settling down eventually

if Jaehyun were to settle...he'd cheat.

yes, he wears his cap backwards and calls you "shawty"

surprisingly, he has female friends that he chersihes

gives them advice on how to steer clear of gutys like him

he's a jerk.

lmaooo 'm so sorry but it's true

he fucks allooooot

Loves easy pre

he aint willing to chase nobody

he has the highest body count in the frat.

not ashamed of it at all

surprisingly keeps up with his monthly doctors appointments

Beer pong is his calling

As mentioned ealier his jungle juice could put you in a coma

honestly, he probabaly has more alchohol than blood in his body

THE KINGGGG

OF SITUATIONSHIPS

if you can't handle that STAY OUT OF HIS WAYYYYYYYYYY

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 month

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ marrying ice cream ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, TikTok trend)

"Why are you recording this? We're just eating," fratboy!Jaehyun questioned with pure confusion.

You sighed, placing your phone on the dashboard. You started recording, "I told you, people really like mukbangs. Are you ready?"

"You're already recording, did you do that on purpose? Can we eat, already? My food is getting cold."

You sat back, looking at him with a tired look, "It's ice cream, it's supposed to be cold. Since when do you ask so many questions? Are you ready?"

"Yes, fine."

You sat back and smiled at the camera, you showed your box of food, "So today, we're doing a mukbang for you guys. I got birthday cake ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a waffle cone. Now my husband is going to tell you what he got."

You stared at Jaehyun's face on your screen while trying to suppress your smile. Jaehyun's whole face went red immediately, his mouth opening and closing while his eyes were locked on you on the screen.

"I said my husband is going to tell you what he got. Baby, come on your ice cream is melting," you told him encouragingly.

"I got ice cream."

"Yes, you did. What flavor did you get, baby?"

He stuttered, "it's brown."

"Yes, it is," you cooed as if you were talking to a child.

Jaehyun looked at you, "and I really, really love it. And I want to marry it some day for real."

It was your turn to go silent and stutter. "I want that too, for real."

"Right now? I'll drive us, just don't spill any ice cream on my seats. And hold mine!"

You placed your hand gently on his arm, "Let's finish our ice cream first and focus on finishing school."

He rolled his eyes dramatically, "Fine."

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rosewould · 1 year

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a bet and a promise; jcm

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x fratboy!q 🖱️⤻ word count; 6.2k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut 🖱️⤻ synopsis; your friends have a serious gambling problem and they've created a betting system so punishing that you have no choice but to play along. unbeknownst to them, they've just forced you to interact with someone you've been trying to avoid 🖱️⤻ warnings; q is a fuckboy, dubcon (q pushes mc's head back down when you try to come up but mc is okay with it), dom!q, sub!reader, reader is slightly bratty, piv, pet name (bunny), brief fingering, blowjob, brief face fucking, breast play, cowgirl then missionary, q can be casually cruel, reader is also slightly a pushover

⌨️⤻ I love asshole the boyz idk about you. Also I love how dramatic mc is in this lmao.

Your friends take good care of you. They’re perceptive and protective so there’s no getting away with hiding that you’re hurt about something. You’re thankful for them. Here’s the thing, your friends also love a good bet.

“Missy… you’re up!” Kim Jimin delivers a swift pat to your back that makes you jolt forward. You’re completely lost, and looking around at the circle of girls does nothing to help. “Up?”

“I bet fifty bucks you won’t go up to Ju Haknyeon and do aegyo.” She leans forward with a sinister smile. And so the game begins. You’re somewhat new to the group, so they agreed to spare you for now. Turns out “for now” is over.

You cautiously glance over at Haknyeon and his frat buddies. They’re a rowdy bunch, raising their red solo cups as they engage in loud conversation. They’d ridicule you until you ran home crying for sure.

“Come on, be serious.” Lee Soojin elbows Jimin, making her perk up. “What? It’s been long enough.” You let out an exhale of relief. Of course Soojin would step in, the logical and caring person she is.

“No, not that. Ju Haknyeon is easy.” Soojin scoffs.

Her words nearly cause you to crumble to the floor. They were going to kill you tonight. This was your first bet for god sake.

“That is not true! He would laugh right in her face.”

“You guys are so cruel.” You whine and they immediately ignore you. “Yeah, but you know who’ll be way better?” Soojin leans in but her eyes are focused on the rowdy boys. “Ji Changmin.”

You feel as though your heart had fallen out of your ass and splattered onto the waxed wooden floors.

“Hey…” Park Soeun finally adds more to the conversation than reactionary noises. She gives you a quick look to check how you were fairing. You were staring at nothing with your mouth lolled open like your face had gone numb. She winces before looking to Soojin and Jimin. “What about Lee Jaehyun? That would be fun right?”

Jimin and Soojin ponder for a moment. “I can see him snickering and going “what the hell?” which could be fun.” Soojin considers. They’re all so casual about sending you to potential social suicide.

“But that’s not as good as Changmin. That would be stellar.” Both girls exchange a look that communicates how golden this bet is. Soeun sighs beside you, giving you a comforting rub on your back but nothing could soothe the imprint Jimin’s hand left.

“I wanna spice it up though. I bet one hundred dollars she will go through with it.” Soojin raises her eyebrows and is met with a surprised sound from Jimin. “Now we’re talking. But you do know if you lose you’re in the trenches with her?”

“I’m confident on this one.”

“You guys have a serious gambling problem!” You finally pipe up after shaking your initial shock

“Shaddup.” Jimin pushes you out of the comfort of the circle. The outside world is so cold, full of unfamiliar faces and opportunities for awkward conversation. But most of all, facing Changmin again. As you inch slowly toward the group you see his figure on the opposite side of their circle. A lollipop stick hangs loosely from his lips, a flash of orange pops through when he adjusts his tongue.

He had a lollipop on that chilly night, too. The last Saturday of October and the last time you were at a party. You’re convinced he scared you from them for good. You didn’t like them in general, but you fought through your introversion for your friends. It took a lot of begging and offerings to get you to this one. You kept asking why they couldn’t just go without you but now it’s very obvious. Parties are the perfect place for painful bets. The more painful the bet, the more likely the bet maker will get paid.

Bets were not the reason you ran into Changmin. Poor Jungeun was the victim that night. You were looking for a bottle of liquor she requested to get her through her dare. The kitchen was completely empty making you wonder if the closed floor plan made it more discreet. It was dark but you used your flashlight to look amongst the bottles for the one she requested.

All you heard were loud voices approaching before bodies started bumping against you. The kitchen was at full capacity in no time and people had the nerve to cram in even more. As if they couldn’t tell there were already too many people there. You cradled the bottle in your hand and wondered how the hell you were going to get out. People were pushing themselves flush against you without a care in the world.

An elbow flying way too close to your eye socket made you throw all caution to the wind and start pushing people. They couldn’t see anyway, and you were politely mumbling “excuse me’s” on your way out. You used counters bordering the kitchen to map your escape when you run headfirst into somebody. Already annoyed by how reckless people were being you groan loudly to clearly communicate your irritation. Why hasn’t someone turned the lights on by now?

“Someone’s having a bad time.”

For a second you didn’t recognize the voice of the man you ogle at for an entire lecture. The same man you’ve dedicated pages and pages of your diary to. “No, but it’d be nice if people used their brains for one second.” The moment you stop speaking a blinding light was being shone on your face.

“You couldn’t be talking about me, right sweetheart?”

The light inhibited your vision but the sound of his smooth-tongued affect was enough for you to identify him. Your brain filled in the blanks of his crooked grin and gaze with a hint of condescension. Everything about him should turn you off but there's just something about him.

Your attempt at sentences is cut short when the lights finally come on, long after you actually wanted them to. Now Changmin can take in your pathetic body language in all its glory. He just scoffs, as if in disbelief at who had gotten smart with him. “Are you always this rude to strangers?”

“I– I w– um…” You were downright panicking and it sent your brain into overdrive. Coming up with a response was hard when all you could focus on was how warm he felt pressed against you. The firm plane of his chest had no choice but to be in direct contact with your arms cradling the liquor. A person behind you knocks you even closer so your faces are nearly touching.

“You really hurt my feelings,” Changmin feigns emotional turmoil before dropping it almost immediately. “you should give me that alcohol as a repayment.”

“No, I’m giving this to my friend.” There they were, your first coherent words to Ji Changmin, the man of your fucking dreams. Well, not really, your first sentence was even worse.

“You just keep wounding me, princess.” He pops his lollipop from his mouth before sliding a finger under your chin to lift your face. “How are you gonna make up for it?” His lips coasted along yours making your brain completely useless. Your heart was beating so fast that you considered going to the hospital. The two of you being so close to kissing did a lot of things to you and none of them were good.

You imagined meeting Ji Changmin in the kitchen of a house party time and time again like they do in movies. You both would complain about how parties suck and you’d be uncharacteristically smooth until he throws you over his shoulder and takes you into a vacant bedroom. This was nothing like you imagined. It was humiliating and he was reveling in it. You knew he was an asshole but you were too naive to think he’d do anything to upset you.

“I-I gotta get this to her-”

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot.

You barely escaped with your dignity but you finally managed to get out of that hot, sweaty hell hole. You promised him, of course, but only because you prepared to avoid him like the plague. He probably laughed about you and your stupid shocked face with his friends.

You take your time getting close to him because the minute you’re face to face it would confirm whether or not he sees you as some big joke. Chickening out on the bet was not an option because not only would you have to fork up your meager paychecks, but it’ll also be your turn again and again until you properly follow through with one. They’re going to know if you don’t actually walk up to him. They can see on either side of their huddle. The only blindspot was right in front of Changmin. And what were you gonna do, just awkwardly stand in front of him and hope he doesn’t say anything?

Every option felt like pure torture. He and his friends already think you’re pathetic. They’d probably be so confused, thinking you officially lost it. You physically cringe as you imagine going through with this. You were getting embarrassed regardless, but there was no way in hell you were doing aegyo.

Since they couldn’t see you, they were going to go up and ask Changmin if you actually did it, so there was only one solution. You plant yourself in front of him with a huff, gathering the tiny bit of courage in your body to look at him.

He chuckles as he takes you in, leading everyone else in the huddle to look at you. “Looking extra sexy tonight baby.” Sangyeon whistles and you break eye contact. Before he can even say anything to make you give up you rush out your request.

“My friends are making me do aegyo in front of you for a bet and I refuse to do so so could you just tell them I did when they ask you okay thank you bye-”

A chorus of wary woah’s make it hard to leave but you still try, your suddenly stiff legs stepping away from the group. They’re causing commotion so that’s good, makes it look like you did what you were dared to.

“Why should I.” Changmin raises his voice over the commotion and actually makes you stop. Shit, that was your one out and you never considered he would reject you. Of course he would. You’re a nobody trying to order him around. You turn back, your tail between your legs as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“It’s just a stupid bet, I know you don’t care anyway.” You try to appeal to his nonchalant image but he immediately shoots it down. “No, I meant why should I help you when you didn’t follow through on our promise.” He ends his questions like a statement and you can’t help but think you’re not supposed to answer. He’s just pointing things out, he doesn’t want to hear your excuses.

“I-I’m sorry, I got really busy and I just never saw you again.” Your tone is unconvincing but it might just work. He probably never noticed you before you met in the kitchen. “Ah,” Changmin steps toward you, away from the huddle where everyone can see. “So you’ve been too busy to come find me?” He coos as he brushes your hair out of your face. You flinch away subconsciously but he doesn’t retract his hand, something you’re quietly grateful for. As his eyes rake over your features you can’t help but block out the noise in this intimate little moment. He’s fucking with you, you’d have to be an idiot not to see, but you can’t help your breath being taken away as his fingers coast across your jaw.

“But you still manage to stare at me for the entire duration of our class together. Kinda like you’re doing now.” His more assertive words shatter the illusion you just made for yourself, letting all the noise break through and overwhelm you as you grapple with your mortification. Blood can’t even rush to your face, you’re way past acute embarrassment. The feeling of everyone looking at you and every laugh possibly being directed at you makes it difficult to do anything other than look around, rooted in your spot. “Let’s revisit the promise, shall we?”

You’re back to looking at Changmin and his raised brows but you can’t focus. You run out of the frat house and suck in the fresh air. You plant your hands on your knees as you huff, laughing derisively. You were stupid if you thought you’d be able to avoid him forever. And you were even more stupid if you thought you could convince him to go along with your plan. Why you were the ultimate dumbass? You thought that maybe Changmin would’ve been courteous to you. Maybe he didn’t tell his friends and laugh at your expense. Clearly you’re just a desperate joke to him. Well, there goes another crush.

“Hey, need a ride.” Changmin jogs out beside you, smiling to illustrate just how guiltless he was. He had discarded his lollipop at some point, but the orange stain on his tongue remained. You stand up straight, attempting to fix him with a serious look but your self-pity seeps through.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about this.” You raise your arms in confusion before letting them fall back to your sides. “Your friends aren’t here right now, so you don’t have to talk to me anymore.”

"It’s not about them. What's funny is how hard you're trying to hide that you wanna fuck me."

Now you feel the blood rushing to your face as you gasp. “No, I- it’s not funny, Changmin.” You insist, but you can’t quite get the bite you desperately need.

“I'm serious.” Changmin steps in front of you and keeps you from leaving with a complicated expression that you try to unravel. “You at least wanna kiss me. I don't understand why you're holding back, just do it." He steps forward as if to egg you on. You open your mouth to protest, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his lips as if you’re insane enough to consider it. Is this why he fucks with you? Because he’s waiting for you to act on your urges? Or he thinks that if he picks at you enough you’ll jump him out of pure frustration. Your heart kicks at your ribcage, alerting you to how much it’s working.

Changmin pushes in only an inch closer until you have nowhere to look but his sultry gaze. You gasp silently, feeling arousal take root and blur your reasons for apprehension. The two of you seem to magnetize, slowly drawing nearer until you only slightly feel his lips. Your heart leaps and your brain screams at you to just devour him already.

“Go Changmin!” His huddle had traveled outside in search of him, hooting and hollering at what they see. You snap away, ducking your head and covering your lips as if it’ll conceal anything. Jimin is the first of your friends to push through the huddle before they’re all speed walking toward you. “Hi Changmin! Can we talk to our girl?” Jimin says in a high voice that’s very unlike her. She and the rest of your friends seem to be brimming with anxious energy as they look at either of you.

“Sure.” Changmin smiles before directing a pointed look at you, and you know it’s about that damn promise. Once he’s reunited with his group they crowd around you. You back away, “What is up with you guys?”

“We know you didn’t do the dare.” Jimin starts with her usual tone, bar a little anxiety peeking through. You sigh, wilting as you await their celebration. “Yeah, yeah whatever how much do I owe?”

“We’re gonna drop it.”

Your eyes snap open before you look at Jimin warily. “Why?”

“In the strangest turn of events, you seem very friendly with Changmin now and I just feel like that’s enough turbulence to last you a year.”

–🖱️▷

Your mom might have been right about you being a sexual degenerate. All you did today was masturbate at the thought of Changmin and debate following through on your promise. Everything and one is screaming at you to leave him alone. Your friends even apologized for making you interact with him once they found out about your crush and avoidance of him. With no bet or anything pressuring you to face him again, you should be saying good riddance.

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot. You’re not even sure what that means and his body against you isn’t helping you think straight.

“O-okay? I will…” You don’t know what you agreed to but it was fine. You already decided you’d never speak to him again. He looks down at you like he’s unimpressed with your answer. “You will what?”

“I’ll… make up for it?” You drop your confusion with a frustrated sigh.

“How about this, if I can’t have this bottle, maybe you can get me a different drink.” He stops to pull his lollipop from his mouth. He moves it to yours, tapping it against your bottom lip. You focus on the deep brown of his irises as you wordlessly poke out your tongue and scoop it into your mouth. “At your place. Promise?”

It was bad, really bad. You forgot where you were, sucking on the ball of candy he just had in his mouth while your mind went to downright deplorable places. But the bliss was oh so sweet. Drowning in his eyes while your stomach dissolved into a pit of lava. You craved that feeling again, and you need to feel more than a whisper of his lips.

He wrote his number on your hand and you let him. Mostly because you were transfixed with how he held the cap of the marker in his teeth. Of course he kept a marker to write down his number in his pocket, because that’s who you were dealing with. This is the same man that made Hyunjin cut her hair off and cry during your morning lecture after he broke things off. Thinking about his effect on you makes tears and a pixie cut seem worth it. Just a little taste, that’s all.

You pull up his contact where his number resided for “safekeeping” and open a new conversation.

___: I wanna make good on my promise

You chew on your lip, plopping on your couch but keeping your eyes trained on the screen. Milliseconds felt like years as you waited for a response. Your body was already getting excited at the idea of seeing him again. And feeling him in ways you had to stop your mind from wandering to during class.

Changmin: good ;) I’m free in about 20 mins, is that too soon?

In a last ditch effort to preserve your dignity, you wait, ignoring your core screaming at you to hurry the fuck up. This man could very well ruin your life, the least you could do is make yourself seem less keen. You’re proud of yourself for making him wait this long in the first place.

___: nope, I wanna prove I’m not a promise breaker

Changmin: of course you aren’t

Changmin: that would make you bad news

Maybe you are with the things you’re fantasizing about. A few more texts exchange flirts and your address before your promise is finally fulfilled. Well, not yet. He still has to get here. If milliseconds felt like years, the minutes it took him to get here felt like they were aging you substantially. Technology is advancing, generations are passing, and are those flying cars whizzing by? But it happened, there was a knock at your door.

Pulling your door open revealed a smirk you should be used to but aren’t. You can’t push past your brain fog of seeing his dark hair hang over his brows to make a coherent sentence. His eyes are already drinking you in and it’s too much to handle. You’re a bit thankful that he lets himself in, closing the door behind him.

“I-I, you… there’s alcohol in the kitchen, I’ll get it.” You motion disinterestedly behind you, still in a daze while you stare at his torso wrapped in a tight black t-shirt.

“No,” he says almost under his breath, pulling you closer by your raised arm before grabbing your face. Your body goes limp as he brushes his bottom lip against yours before capturing it in a short kiss. You lean in for more, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pushing him into the door. His hands slide down your back before squeezing your ass through your jeans. Changmin drinks the moan you let out, tongue delving inside your mouth.

Never had you felt as slutty as you do now, rutting against his crotch in search of friction. He lifts one of his hands to tug on your hair and you open your mouth wider. Your tongues swirl around each other in a lewd display of how turned on you both are. “wasn’t the drink I had in mind.” He mumbles with a smirk, punctuated with isolated pecks before devouring you once more.

Your hands find their way to his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans before dragging his zipper open. You sink your hand into them, cupping his hot bulge and squeezing which makes him groan. He bites your lip and mirrors your actions. His hand ends up inside your underwear, feeling the embarrassing mess you left behind. “Fuck, were you touching yourself?”

You nod, trying to dive back into his lips but he pulls away. “Thinking of me?” You bite your lip, nervously peaking through your lashes before nodding again. He chuckles before kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally leaving a peck on your lips. The flutter of your heart is undercut by his hand suddenly closing around your throat. “You should’ve waited.” He says so low it’s almost inaudible.

Strangled noises wiggle their way out but you don’t get to form a syllable before he’s resuming your heated kiss. His fingers push past your swollen lips and spread you wider with a slight ache. His fingers are a little thicker than yours and you didn’t use your dildo tonight. He takes care of that, scissoring you open while he sucks on your tongue. You’ve never moaned so unabashedly before but he brings it out of you with such ease.

“You made me wait for how long and you couldn’t even wait 20 minutes?” He waits for your response as he stares down at you as if his hand isn’t tightening around your throat. Telling him how long you were actually waiting would make you look better but back talk didn’t seem smart right now.

“‘m sorry.” You croak out before squeezing his bulge again.

“Feel nice?” You can’t tell what he’s referring to until he slips his hand from your pants and cups your hand over his bulge. You nod despite the restriction and he seems pleased. He licks your bottom lip, looking as if he wants to devour you whole. “Lead me to your room.”

He finally lets go of your throat and pulls your hand out of his pants to hold it. With your breathing irregular you guide him to the bedroom. Every resounding thud of your heart feels like it’ll send you to an early grave. You’ve never been so cock hungry in your life. He lets go of your hand and shuts the door behind the two of you. You watch as if in a trance as he takes off his jeans and underwear. He isn’t facing you so you don’t see his hard cock. You take the time to appreciate his ass though.

Cutting your ogling short, he turns around, and you watch him the entire time he walks over to your bed. He lies on it with his legs spread, so mouthwatering as his long cock stands at attention. He strokes it, fingers grazing over each vein when it should be yours.

“Since you love my dick so much, come play with it. I need to catch up anyway.” His lidded eyes rake up and down your frame, making you feel much barer than you are. You climb onto the bed, crawling up to what you crave most. He drops his hand away and you can hear him let out a soft noise just in anticipation of what you’ll do next.

Mimicking him moments before, you close your hand around his shaft, core clenching at the groan you’re rewarded with. Situated between his legs, you’re surrounded by his warmth while you pump his hot length. He bucks into your hand each time you drag your fist down. A bead of precum falls from his slit and rolls to the rim of his head. You lick it up, following the trail until your tonguing at his slit. He exhales shakily, watching you with knitted brows. As you press the tip of your tongue against it, saliva travels down and pools where your tongue and his hole meet.

Your pumping becomes more rigorous the more turned on you get from pleasuring him. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, the way he feels against your hand and tongue, or his reactions to you. His soft, rhythmic moans make your stomach flutter. You lift your tongue, watching the strings of your spit and his precum connect the two of you. Impassioned, You dive down and captured his tip in your mouth. He throws his head back as you suck and swirl your tongue.

You have to move your hand down to compensate for each inch you take in until you pull your hand away completely and feel him at the back of your throat. “You’re so nasty~” He muses about your passionate mouth you assume. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of paper flipping. Your eyes flit up to see your diary previously and stupidly set on your nightstand in one of his hands. He laughs when he catches you looking, pushing your head back down to choke on his cock when you try to shoot up.

He bucks into your throat as he keeps you down, face flush as he reads through the pages. “Here it says you want to fuck over and over until there’s so much cum between us that it fuses us together?” He laughs in disbelief. “That’s really disgusting, bunny.”

The mortification you feel merges with your overflowing lust until you can just sputter and moan in response. He lifts your head by your hair, allowing you to speak, but you just want his cock again.

“Anything to say? Wanna defend your ego?”

“I want you to cum down my throat.” You reply breathlessly. A thick layer of saliva coats your mouth, chin, and starts down your neck.

“That’s about what I expected from someone who’d write shit like this.” He tosses the diary back on the nightstand. “Your brain is rotted from all your lewd fantasies.” Instead of pushing your mouth back on his cock he pulls your body on top of his. “We’re all caught up now.” He gives you a few meager pecks that don’t satisfy you nearly enough.

You sit up and peel your shirt off your frame and he reaches to fondle your bare chest. Lifting from his lap, you pull off your sweatpants and underwear and toss them to the side. You use your shirt to wipe all the spit from your face and neck and it’s finally time. Though, his hands on your chest prevent you from leaning down and making out with him to your heart’s content.

“I wanna kiss you.” You whine, grinding your crotches together. His jaw quirks open, watching you with a twinkle of endearment in his eye.

“Will you whine and beg for it?”

“I will if you want me to.” It’s the fullest your voice has sounded since he walked through your door. So unabashed in declaring your obedience to him. Content with being under his spell.

“I love girls like you.” He whispers, still not letting up only squeezing the flesh of your breasts, keeping you in place.

“Please?” You gasp lightly as you rut against his dick.

“Again.” He demands so quietly that you barely hear it. You’re completely immersed in a bubble, feeling separate from everything else as you focus on him. “Please? Please.” You beg shakily, close to your breaking point.

“Sit on it, bunny.” He effectively rejects you and you huff, reaching below you to position his tip under your swollen lips. He flicks lightly at your stiffen buds, pushing them in with a salacious hum when you sink down on him. “Good bunny.”

You sink until you’re fully seated on him, wiggling your ass to contrast with your betrayed pout. You wait and wait, grinding on his cock in the meantime, but he just continues to fondle your tits and deny you his lips. You watch in awe as he moves his lips to your hardened nipples, suckling and licking them all while he watches you smugly. You’ve done nothing but be a good girl. “That’s not fair.” You whine, raising your hips and dropping them down to earn the very reaction you receive. His lips leave your nipple to moan then hiss, grabbing your hips and squeezing them.

“You mad at me?” He asks insincerely, clearly not caring about how he’s torturing you. When you huff he just starts flicking his tongue against your nipples again. You whine, giving up on your pursuit to focus on properly riding him. You bounce on his cock, earning whispered praises as he watches you with satisfaction in his eyes. “Atta girl, keep it up.”

Each drop of your hips sends him plunging so deep you can taste him. It borders on overwhelming but you can’t stop. It seems to have the same effect on him as he clenches his teeth and sinks his nails into your breasts. Focusing on teasing you was hard when your lips were all fat and swollen, encasing his cock in a soft paradise. You don’t see it coming when his hands slip from your breasts, falling forward until your chest to chest. You smile wistfully and brush your thumb over his lips. The slight annoyance on his face from giving in earlier than expected was extremely sexy. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, gasping when he grips your ass and starts slamming you over his cock.

His presumed plan was working so far, distracting you from getting your way until you finally close the space. Despite his annoyance, he kisses back eagerly, grinning when you can’t keep it up with his incessant pounding. You just rest your lips against his, breathing each other in as you moan helplessly. Something about your pitiful whimpering unleashes a feral side of him.

“Uh huh? Feel good getting your pussy plowed?” He growls, filling the room with the sound of his cock plunging deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt. The sound of your cunt suckling desperately to milk him for all he’s worth. He bites your lip and tugs at it before grabbing your jaw. “Want me to fill you up until I’m spilling out of your little hole? I can do that for you.” He laughs cruelly, your whines and pleading expression spraying the fire in his groin with gasoline. Your mouth drops open, noises muted as you clench ever tighter around him.

“Gonna cum, bunny?”

You nod incessantly, chasing after your high as if never else ever mattered more in the world.

“Don’t you fucking cum.”

You let out a panicked whimper, “Please??”

“Uh uh.” He shakes his head at you with a threatening glare. “You cum when I say so. You said you’ll do what I want you to. I want you to hold it.”

Hold it? You only heard about this in the filth you consume. It never worked when you actually tried it. You were on a one way train to disobedience and it worried you as much as it thrilled you. “I-I can’t! I can’t!”

“You better.” He delivers a punishing smack to your ass, making it much harder for you. You squirm against him, his arm anchoring you flush against his body. You had no choice but to be this close, to only focus on him and the viscous slam of his hips. The pressure builds fast, faster than your attempts to clear you brain and try not to be a brat. Oh, but being a brat was so tempting. What would a punishment entail? Changmin spanking you, overstimulating you, tying you up? All those sound like wet dreams you’ve had, swearing into your pillow when you woke up and realized it wasn’t real.

And just like that, your hand are clenching his biceps as your cunt spasms around him. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a ton of bricks and continuing to loom for longer than you could handle. Your body twitches against his, begging incoherently to be punished.

He flips you onto your back and you smile blissfully, hoping he’ll scold you, slap you. Maybe you liked it when he teased and tortured you. Even before he stepped in your house.

“What did you say? Punish you?” You go to nod but he grabs your cheeks, squishing them and forcing you to look at him. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe. He scoffs. “You can’t help it. Just a desperate whore by nature, huh?” You shake your head and he coos sardonically. “Yeah, I know you can’t.” He delivers a swift slap to you pussy that has you gasping harshly and clamping your legs shut. “Oh, what? I thought you wanted to be punished? Open your fucking legs.” He doesn’t let you open them by yourself all the way, just shoving them open and slapping your mound again. You start to shut them but he glares at you. You whimper and spread them far, clenching your eyes shut. You can hear how full your channel is with your slick, and how saturated your lips are with each smack. The filthy noise bounces off the walls, filling you with even more embarrassment. You can’t turn and hide your head in your shoulder with his hand holding your head still. You just wince and whine, taking your punishment. It’s the least a brat can do.

Once your legs are shaking he places himself between them again, shoving just his tip into the entrance. “I’ll give you what you wanted now.” And with that he bottoms out with a swift slam of his hips, his dick twitching inside you when you squeak. He grabs both your legs and swings them over his shoulder, getting a good look at how each languid roll of his hips affects you. You’re a mess, mumbling and whining like an idiot for his cock. And he loves it. “Good fucking bunny.”

His hips thunder against yours, stuttering once pleasure starts to crawl up his legs like fractal branches of electricity. His eyes roll back, fingering curling into your flesh until his knuckles turn white. You’re even wetter than before, and he can feel you start to clench for dear life again. Getting this worked up to your pussy getting spanked? Changmin really loved girls like you.

“You love it. You love it when I fuck with you.” His voice cracks slightly, losing all control as his climax starts to sneak up on him. “Yes! Fuck– I love it so much!” Your voice is unstable from his thrusting and from the incoming orgasm shutting down your body. Your confession kicks his climax into high gear, his hips going static as he starts to fills your pussy. He drops your legs and pulls his cock out, spraying it over your folds and then on your lower belly. He moves closer to shoot the rest of his substantial load onto your tits and you hold them up for him.

When he finishes he looks down at you like a painter admiring his latest masterpiece. Maybe it was a little hasty to consider you a keeper, he should know better with how clingy girls get with him, but he couldn't help it. You look so joyous to be covered in his cum, smiling goofily with a hoarse chuckle.

"You're golden, sweetheart." He leans forward and plants a short kiss on your lips.

He was gone as fast as he arrived, but he remained ever present. You were officially chained to the man. Willing to do whatever would make him moan and cum for you like that again. It’s a shame because you really liked your hair.

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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kmgkmg · 2 years

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THE ONE - JUNG JAEHYUN

word count: 1.5k...

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader

synopsis: you arrive at the crowded party at different times, eventually meeting which makes you both feel relieved.

genre/s: fluff, college!au, non-idol!au, fratboy!jaehyun, bf!jaehyun

warnings: drug (weed) mention, alcohol mention (beer pong mentioned so idk if it counts but just in case)

rating: pg-13

a/n: hiiiiiiii, my first fic omg how exciting!! i’ve done little bullet points on old blogs but never something this structured? i blame it on reading so many fics during fall break. i tried to write jae pretty similar to what i think his personality is but if y’all think it’s inaccurate lmk, constructive criticism is always welcomed! i listened to vanjess while writing this so inspired by the one by vanjess!

Your eyes desperately shifted from one side of the room to the other, unaware of Jaehyun’s presence behind you. His walking quickly fastens as he wants to be with you even sooner seeing your uneasiness. Even with his quickened pace, you were still towards the front of this huge frat house while he was towards the back. Why did this house have to be so damn crowded? Yangyang said this was only supposed to be a chill kickback with friends from campus and work, but Jaehyun could swear there were at least 80 people in the house. He didn’t even want to think about how many more people were outside, conscious and unconscious. Still, he tries to maintain his cool and squeeze past people as fast as he can, even avoiding greetings from friends he hadn’t seen in a long time.

He always seemed to sense when something was wrong. Although you were visibly anxious regarding the unfamiliar environment of this party, he could always tell when you needed to be tended to. Hell, he was the first person in your life to notice one of your most hidden nervous tendencies.

Back in the course you first met for the first time, you were singled out by a classmate during a class discussion and it happened to be the day you didn’t do the reading. You thought cracking your knuckles had been a pretty ordinary thing to do, but once Jaehyun had noticed you cracking your third knuckle his face wore a worried expression, clearly aware of you being uncomfortable with the spotlight being on you. In what you viewed as an act of idiocy rather than being heroic, Jung Jaehyun proudly raised his hand and decided to sacrifice himself for you. He made up a quick lie about how you had been filling him in on the readings since he was hungover, he elaborated that you had made a great point about the debate that helped him comprehend everything. All your professor could do was ask for confirmation to what Jaehyun was saying and all you could do is mindlessly nod your head, shocked that the frat boy who constantly comes in hungover actually did his readings. The course wasn’t a requirement for Jaehyun’s major of architecture, which was even more of a surprise. Since when were frat boys versed on Gramsci’s theories?

After Jaehyun saved your ass you profusely thanked him after class, asking if there was any way that you could show your gratitude towards him. He chuckled, since your demeanor with him was much more uptight than he had seen you interact with your friends outside of class. “If you’re really thankful towards me, how about a date?” He asks you, patiently waiting for your response.

You had really painted him in the wrong light by minimizing him to his frat status only and he did help you. You usually would say no to a man asking you out so suddenly, especially since today was your first time talking, but Jaehyun was different. You had a weak spot for pretty men and Jaehyun was the epitome of such. You snap out of your thoughts, suddenly aware again of the man standing in front of you. “Sure, can I have your Instagram so we can decide the details later? I have another class across campus to get to soon.”

You hadn’t expected to like Jaehyun and your guys’ first date as much as you did, but he was full of surprises. He had invited you to his favorite record shop/cafe and selected a vinyl by The Internet to play while you decided what you wanted to order. You got to know each other and realized the absurd amount of things you had in common, from music taste and favorite TV shows to overall philosophies towards life. Gradually you went on more and more dates and now have been a couple for almost three years. Although some of Jaehyun’s frat friends were notorious for being heartbreakers and fuckboys around campus, Jaehyun himself had been labeled the mysterious prince at your university so it was big news when he officially announced you on his Instagram as his significant other.

Returning to the party at hand, Jaehyun was originally supposed to pick you up after his work shift, but you got busy with studying for midterms and insisted that he left with his friends and you would meet him at the party. The problem with you guys meeting like originally planned is that he left with Yuta and Jaemin, a duo that basically asks for trouble. Jaehyun likes his friends, he really does, but he should’ve known that they would pregame and have a couple rips from their bong before heading over to the house. Jaemin becomes mush which is never an issue but Yuta’s energy level turns tenfold his regular tension and he thinks that he’s invincible. After Jaehyun pulled out his phone to text you an update that he was in the backyard playing beer pong with some friends, his mistake was not realizing the still very stoned Yuta was next to him and determined to win this round. Yuta grabbed his phone with unremarkable speed and chucked it over Jaehyun’s head, conveniently landing in the pool.

“Dude, what the actual fuck?” Jaehyun, clearly exasperated, frowns at his friend.

“We’re supposed to win this game, for the pride of our fraaaaaaaat! This isn’t the time to text your precious Y/N,” Yuta slurs, “you neverrrrr hang out with us anymore bro.”

Jaehyun sighs, “Well, can you see why I don’t when you act like this? You know that Y/N is coming by themselves, you know that I’m protective over them. There’s so many peopl- Nevermind, I’m not going to try to reason with you when you’re stoned.”

Fast forward to now, Jaehyun is continuously calling your name, while you are still busy scanning the room to find someone you know. It didn’t help that the music was blasting so loud the whole house was practically shaking with the bass of the song. You had tried to text Jae with the texts being left on delivered and when you tried to call Jae numerous times, his phone instantly went to voicemail. Of course you were oblivious of Yuta’s destroying of Jae’s phone and your mind automatically went to the worst that he was mad at you for not going with him. While there was a little part in the back of your mind that knew he would never get mad at you over something as trivial as that, especially since you were studying, your mind always resorted to the most unreasonable scenarios. You still hadn’t removed your jacket, giving up hope that this house had anything even slightly resembling a coat room. If anything, they probably made Mark’s room the ‘coat room’, you smiled slightly envisioning Mark being stressed walking into his room and seeing coats piled in his room. Finally, you thought to yourself, my nerves are calming down. Who would’ve thought that thinking about your boyfriend’s younger friend being irritated would make you happy?

“Y/NNNNN!” You hear a familiar voice shout from behind you. You’re pretty certain that if you moved one second faster you would’ve given yourself whiplash at the speed in which you turned your neck to see the source of the sound. As expected, you could see Jaehyun about 10 feet away from you, waving his hand at you to see him. You both break into the biggest grins upon seeing that you finally found each other and wouldn’t have to stay at this house that became way too overpopulated anymore. “Jae!” You continue to grin while making your way to close the distance even sooner. As soon as you’re finally face-to-face with each other, he envelopes you with the biggest hug he could possibly make, “Babe, I’m so sorry Yuta literally drowned my phone and I couldn’t reach you.” You slightly break from his grip to look up at him in a mixture of confusion and amusement that Yuta did that, but soon went back to hugging him just as tight before saying, “It’s okay, I only showed up about 20 minutes ago, but could we maybe leave? It’s way more crowded than Yangyang’s usual parties.” Jaehyun quickly nods in agreement, still smiling that he was able to see you after a long day of work and a chaotic night with Yuta and the rest of his frat.

“Record shop cafe and some late night snacks?” You propose and rub his back gently as you go from hugging to holding hands and navigating yourselves to leave the party.

Jaehyun looks at you with love and complete adoration, finding himself at a loss of words for how much he loves you and how lucky he was to be the one to raise his hand and cover for you in class that one day. Probably forever unknowing to you, he had fallen for you on the first day of orientation of your first-year, and you are his first love. In his eyes, you are forever only the one who he sees himself spending the rest of his life with.

Without saying any of this, he simply nods again and lightly squeezes your hand in agreement to the new plans for the night.

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