#i even almost gave up just about 474738292029292 times while writing it

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Date Night

Req:  i was wondering if you could do a smut w nct’s jaehyun. really fluffy and preferably sub jae w mommy reader? 

Words: 1742

Genre: smut (m)

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

A/N: I have no excuses for the title honestly this has got to be the shittiest title I have ever given anything I have ever written but it’s late and I can’t think of anything better that won’t require me to edit and add more dialogues but whatever anyway, to the anon that requested this, thank you for sending this in and let me know what you think! I apologise if the fluff is cringy and weird, this is my first time writing fluff, hence the looooong delay (i rewrote this a million times and I’m still not satisfied ahh) but I hope you like it 💕

The sun has long set when Jaehyun pulls up the car to the back of the dormitory, slowly parking it at the secluded driveway that was reserved only for the members and managers.

The two of you sit in silence, his hand clasped around yours over your thighs, thumb tracing slow soothing circles onto the back of your palm.

Both of your gazes are fixed on the time shown in green right near the digits of the radio station that was playing faintly in the car. You couldn’t help but feel a lump in your throat as Jaehyun tightened his grip on your hand when he noticed where your eyes were, not making a move to let go.

It was always like this—in fact, it had happened often enough that you should be used to it by now—the heavy feeling pressing down on both of your chests as you sat in this same car every night after spending time together, trying to prolong the moments until you had to part.

Dating an idol was never easy and it probably never will be—you knew this when you first said yes to Yoonoh when he had asked you out.

But now as you watched him give you a small forced smile that didn’t meet his sad puppy-eyes which were already working their spell on you and keeping you rooted to your seat, it was difficult to regret saying that ‘yes’. And as you raised your hand to place it gingerly on his cheek, you felt your heart melt into a puddle as he leaned into your touch, dimples finally coming out as he smiled more genuinely.

How could you resist that contagious smile, never mind regret being the cause of it?

“Yoonoh,” you say his name in a hushed whisper, the word falling from your lips like a dark secret that was meant only for his ears. He closes his eyes upon hearing it, and you know he’s cherishing the sound of his real name, the way that only you could make it sound endearing and melt him in an effect akin to that his smile had on you.

You’d decided that you’d only ever call him by that name when you saw the way that he was slightly taken aback at you mentioning it during your first date, the tips of his ears reddening as he stumbled over his words.

He wasn’t the nation’s perfect boyfriend, NCT Jung Jaehyun when with you.

No, with you, he was Jung Yoonoh, the dorky man who sent you videos of him singing 'Baby Shark’ in a chipmunk voice using the Snapchat bunny filter with captions like “will you still love me if I sounded annoying like this?” at one in the morning after a late schedule, followed by more squeaky bunny videos of him whining when you chided at him to sleep and get some rest.

You force the next words out of your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for negative responses so that you could spare yourself from the disappointment as you ask, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Yoonoh’s face slightly falls as a soft sigh escapes his lips, hand clasping yours and lowering it to his lap so that he could intertwine his long fingers with yours.

“I have practice,” he mumbled softly, the regret already tinting his tone as he continues, “There’s some meeting around noon about our upcoming schedules for the winter showcase and then… yeah. More practice.”

This was another thing you were supposed to be used to now but no amount of mental prepping would even help to lessen the disappointment when you hear about yet another busy day that he has planned out, one that you had no part of.

Reading the expression on your face, Yoonoh’s hand grips yours tighter to get your attention.

“Hey,” he says softly, his other hand reaching to caress your cheek. “Don’t worry. You can come here at night or… I’ll come to your place. Or—”

"Yoonoh,” you say, smiling as you press your lips to the back of his fingers lightly. “It’s fine. You need to rest more. I’ll just see you when I see you.”

He pouted at this, plush lip sticking out. “But I want to see you. I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

Yoonoh searches your eyes for a moment before leaning forward. You meet him halfway, placing your lips gently on his over the gearshift. His hand snakes around the nape of your neck, holding you firmly as he deepens the kiss, mouth moving against yours. A soft whimper sounds in your throat as he sucks your lower lip into his mouth, the action causing sparks to fly over all your nerves.

You wrap both your arms over his broad shoulders, pressing as much of your torso against his as you could with the gear in between you two as you lick his lower lip for entrance.

Yoonoh immediately relents, his own tongue finding its way in between your parted lips. Your body is quick to respond to every move he makes, warming beneath his fingers as you arch into him. His hands grab your hips and you pull away from his mouth with a gasp as you breathe heavily, “Yoonoh-ah, we can’t, someone could—”  

“Its okay, it’s dark here, no one will see us,” he assures you quickly, already trying to help you up. You don’t put up much of a fight, climbing over the gearshift and settling down on his lap in such a way that you skirt is splayed around your thighs that are straddling his legs.

Yoonoh’s hands immediately rest on your exposed thighs, his fingers feeling cool against you skin as you press yourself completely against him. You kiss him heatedly, hair falling around both your faces like a curtain.

His expensive perfume that you were addicted to and his natural musky odour enveloped your senses as you slightly shifted on his lap, feeling his hardness right against your clothed core. Yoonoh groaned lowly, fingers digging into your thighs as you grinded against him slowly. You moved your hips up and down in an almost torturous sensual dance, teasing both of you slowly until he was panting against your mouth.

“Babe,” he sighed and you pulled away from his lips, eyes meeting his wide ones. You cocked your head to the side, pulling your hair over your shoulder as your fingers worked on unzipping the fly of his jeans and pulling him free from the restraints of his clothes. You began riding him then, your panty dampening with both of your wetness and sticking to your folds such that you could move your clit against his length perfectly, the sparks of pleasure causing you to bite your lip to not moan out loud.

Yoonoh’s pupils were dilated as he gazed up at you, watching you ride him like you were the most beautiful sight that he’d ever seen. He recognised the look in your eyes, hands coming up from your thighs to rest firmly on your hips as you moved them over his bare erection.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you started moving slower, breathing heavily with every torturously slow brush of your clit against him.  

Yoonoh makes a whimpering sound of protest and you lean forward, latching your mouth onto his neck.

“What is it, baby boy?” You mutter and smirk as you feel his dick immediately twitch beneath you at the name, his favourite words falling from your mouth and echoing in the car, the words that always lead to his undoing.

You suck on the soft skin at his throat, kissing and nipping at it while moving your hips slowly until you feel his fingers digging almost painfully into your sides, hard enough to bruise.

“Use your words, baby,” you whisper in his ear, tongue licking a stripe right below it before taking the soft earlobe into your mouth.

“Let me cum,” Yoonoh breathes heavily, his voice thick with the most beautiful mix of desire and desperation. “Mommy, please.”

You smile in victory at the words that you’d been waiting for, raising your head to meet his eyes as you press your hands harder on his shoulders for support, almost pinning him back to the seat as you finally move your hips faster. Both of you exhale in sweet relief at the quick pace as you start grinding harder against him, the soft and wet fabric of your panty sticking to your folds and rubbing you just right with your movements, the friction causing your chest to heave with short breaths as the pleasure grows higher.

“Faster, mommy,” Yoonoh begs and you comply, grinding on him as quickly as you can, ignoring the dull ache in your thighs. He grabs your hips in impatience and you feel him slightly raising himself as he thrusts into you, helping you ride him harder.

It doesn’t take long until he falls apart, your hips moving swiftly as you feel him jerk beneath you, soaking your panties with his warm cum. His head falls back on the headrest as you continue moving, hitting your own orgasm a few seconds after his and Yoonoh is still cumming when you do.

The windows of the car are fogged up, both your bodies feeling entirely too warm and flushed in the air-conditioned car as you lean back against the dashboard, brushing back the hair that was matted to your sweaty forehead.

You meet Yoonoh’s eyes that were already focused on you, his cheeks tinted pink and lips swollen. His hands come around your sides suddenly, placing them flat on the dashboard as he leans forward and kisses you sweetly.

You relax into the kiss, shifting on his lap and then freeze immediately, remembering how you’re basically sopping. Yoonoh opens his eyes and you pull away, trying not to move much as you say, “Don’t stain your pants, all the guys are at the dorm and they’ll never let you hear the end of it. I let you mess up my skirt for a reason, Jung Yoonoh.”

He smiled cheekily. “You should have just let me finish inside you then rather than playing hard-to-get and being a tease.”

You kiss him then, grinning at his words as you promise, “Tomorrow night, baby boy. Same time, same place. I’ll even skip the panty for you.”