#lee jaehyeong x reader

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Pairing: Jaehyeong x reader Word count: 1171 words Warnings: Just a bunch of love and fluff Plot: Jaehyeong asks you to be his wife A/N: I'm so in love with this man and writing this just feeds my delulu ass 🥹 Hope you enjoy this little scenario 💕 Happy valentine's day 💕 Taglist -> Let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

He would have prepared everything to propose to you during the concert in your hometown which happened to be the last stop of the tour as well. He was feeling nervous about everything. Not only does he have the pressure of the concert going well but also ask you the most important question of his life. And also he had to make sure the rest of the boys wouldn’t give you any spoiler.

“Just relax, everything will go as planned and she’ll obviously say yes.” Dojoon said, giving him a few reassuring taps on his shoulder. Jaehyeong looked up at him with a nervous smile, fidgeting the ring he bought for you. He didn’t want to show off but he had to say he had really good taste when it came to choosing the ring. It was a minimalist ring yet it held so much beauty in the combination of various small gems. You’ve always been so minimalist with everything that as soon as he saw the ring, he immediately knew it was meant to be yours. And even though Woosung and Hajoon suggested he keep looking around to find other options he refused until he bought the ring he liked. 

The time has finally come and the boys were waiting backstage to go out and leave all the energy they had in that stadium. You could notice Jaehyeong was more nervous and tense than usual. “Hey are you okay?” You asked him, taking his shaking hands in yours. As soon as you noticed his hands were shaking you started to worry. You’ve never seen him so nervous before a performance never before. “Yeah I’m okay, don’t worry.” He said, tightening his hands. He could barely make eye contact with you because he knew the moment you looked at his eyes you would perfectly know he was hiding something. He’s been wanting to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him for some time now and he couldn’t wait any longer. Their names started to echo through the entire stadium, meaning it was time for them to go out. “You’ll do as great as always.” You said, grabbing the boy by his black shirt as you stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a soft and quick kiss.

The concert went by pretty fast. Fans were enjoying it and so they were. And before they could even notice, time has come. Jaehyeong didn’t have to wait anymore to ask you to be his wife. He could finally say all the things he had strictly memorized so he wouldn’t miss anything. He could finally show everyone how much he loved you and how happy he was with you by his side.

You were quite surprised when Woosung and Dojoon called you on stage, completely clueless of what was going on. You were well known between the fans so as soon as your confused figure appeared on stage everyone cheered. You looked at the boys with a confused expression as they walked you in front of the man you loved.

Jaehyeong’s eyes were already teary and his hands were shaking again as he took your hands in his and grabbed the microphone with the other so everyone could hear what he had to say.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry you must be wondering what the hell it’s going on, why am I so shaky and why are my eyes so teary… I’ve been trying to practice for this moment for so long and I promise I’ve been trying to remember my lines throughout the entire concert but it all ended up being useless because I’m completely speechless now that I have you here.” He said, letting out a nervous laugh without breaking his tight hold on your hand. Seeing Jaehyeong was not able to start, the fans started to cheer, already knowing he had something prepared for you. “Okay okay silence, we need him to calm down so he can start.” Woosung said, gaining a deathly silence. Only Jaehyeong’s nervous laugh mixed with his heavy breath and the member’s quiet laughs could be heard now.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for always being so shabby and not so good at romantic stuff like this but I promise I tried so hard. I even memorized the lines I wanted to say but as soon as I saw you it all left my brain so I’ll just say whatever comes to my mind.” He said finally meeting your gaze. “Make sure to not say something that might get you in trouble!” Dojoon teased his youngest friend, making everyone laugh. As soon as you locked eyes with him you knew what was going on. It was like magic how easily you could always read him. “I love you and I have ever since I saw you for the first time in that cafe. You’re the reason why I smile every day and the reason why I can feel home everywhere I go. You’re the reason why I am who I am.” He said, his eyes full of love. “You’re also the reason for many of my problems but we’ll leave it there because probably I’m more of a reason for your problems.” He added, making everyone laugh again. At this point you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. “And after 4 years you’ve taught me what love really means. You’ve shown me how being loved feels like. And most importantly, you’ve kept me company on this journey called love.” He continued, finally letting go of your hand and placing his in his back pocket to take out a small velvet box. “And I want that to keep being that way. Forever.” He let Hajoon take the microphone so he could kneel down and discover the beautiful ring. “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” He finally asked you. The crowd started to scream in happiness, only to be quieted once again by Woosung who was impatiently waiting for your answer. Actually everyone was.

You took a few seconds to admire Jaehyeong. His eyes were shining with a special gleam, trying to hold all the love and admiration he had for you in his dark orbs but it was impossible, so tears were running down his cheeks as a reflex of the overflowing emotions he was suffering.

“Yes, of course yes.” You finally said as he placed the ring in your finger. As soon as he stood on his feet again, his hands went directly to cup your cheeks and pull you into a deep loving kiss. Confetti was shot, the members were cheering and the crowd was screaming so loud. But still it felt like it was just Jaehyeong and you. “I love you.” You said, hoping he would hear you despite the loud noise the members and fans were making. “I love you too.” He replied, kissing you once again. 

And just like that you were off to start a new chapter of this beautiful story called life.

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Under the Blooming Moon | Woosung x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲

Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...

Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut

⋆ WORD COUNT — 8.2k

It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.

The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.

Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.

And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.

While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.

From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.

But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.

If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.

Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.

"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"

Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.

"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"

"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.

"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"

He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"

"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"

Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"

"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"

"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"

"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.

Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.

However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.

Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"

"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.

"And who are you to scold your alpha?"

"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"

"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.

On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.

Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.

If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.

"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"

"What?" Iseul whipped around.

"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"

"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.

"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"

"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"

Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.

"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"

"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.

Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"

Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung

Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"

"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"

"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.

A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.

"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.

"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.

With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"

Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.

"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.

A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.

The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.

"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"

"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.

Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.

"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"

"Like I'd let that happen to you,"

Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.

"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.

Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"

"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.

The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.

"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.

They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.

Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.

"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.

"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"

"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"

"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.

"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"

"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.

They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"

Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.

"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.

Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.

Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.

How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.

He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"

The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.

Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.

Iseul swore her heart stopped.

"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.

"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.

Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.

She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.

Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.

While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.

That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.

The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.

Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.

"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.

"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.

"That you did," Iseul took another step back.

"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.

Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.

Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.

"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"

She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"

Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.

Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.

Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.

Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.

"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.

Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"

As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.

"Let go of my mate," he growled.

Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"

Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"

Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.

It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.

"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"

Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"

"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.

"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.

"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"

Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.

Her scream echoed across the forest.

As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.

Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.

Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.

With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.

Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.

"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"

She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.

"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"

"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.

Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.

She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"

"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"

He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.

What a dichotomy, he thought.

If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.

"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.

Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.

Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.

The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.

Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.

"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.

Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"

"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"

"Hm?"

"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.

Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.

Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"

"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"

Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.

"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.

She liked it a lot.

"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.

Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.

His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.

"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.

"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.

Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.

"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.

"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"

Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.

Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.

She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.

Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.

Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.

And then she smelled him. He was here.

She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.

"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.

"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"

"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.

“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.

“We both did,”

She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.

He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.

Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.

“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.

She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.

His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"

"What?"

"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.

He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”

“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.

He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.

She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”

“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.

His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.

“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

“God, yes,”

The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.

His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”

Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”

He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.

Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”

She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”

He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”

She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”

Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.

“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”

She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.

“Iseul,” he called for her attention.

She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.

Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”

He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.

He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”

His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.

The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”

Iseul nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.

“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.

Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”

“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”

“Good girl,” He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.

And she fucking loved it.

“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"

Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.

"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"

"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."

"What about?" he asked.

She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"

Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”

Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”

“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”

Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.

Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"

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NCT Jaehyun x Reader + Johnny x Reader Characters: olderbrother!Lee Taeyong, Jung Jaehyun, Johnny Seo, Nakamoto Yuta Summary:  Taeyong, who was the coolest, baddest boy in school, happened to be your psychotically protective older brother. He instantly hates on whoever even remotely shows interest in you, and ends up loathing the flowery nerd Jaehyun for sneaking sappy poetry into your locker. Warnings: Honestly no plot, angst-ish?, punching, degrading, hot-headedness, slightly graphic, etc. Words: 1k+

A/N: baby this is an au ok. we all know taeyong is the fluffiest child of the world soOO yeah

Taeyong popped a large-ish cherry lollipop in his mouth and twitched his nose as he stormed off to his target.

“Ya, Jung Jaehyun!” he screamed, causing you who was minding your own business, fixing your things in your locker, to whip your head in the direction of the idiotically enraged man.

You knit your brows deeply as he made his way over to you.

With his flame red hair, black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and rough walk, it was unmistakable that this gangster was looking for trouble, even with the stick of candy sticking out of his lips.

There were some still wholly confused as to how you two were related, with how contrasting you looked against him in your peach dress and fruity perfume. And even you question it sometimes, but quickly push it away because you knew deep down, Taeyong was simply a soft boy that loved cuddles.

But it wasn’t one of those days for him.

Today, he looked like he was looking for blood.

“Yaaa,” you drag out as your older brother made his way over, “why are you being mean to Jaehyun when he isn’t even here—“ but alas, Taeyong seemingly missed you, his eyes focused on someone farther. And suddenly, it wasn’t too much of a surprise to find out that he was going for something—someone—directly behind you.

Then there was a loud clash against the lockers.

You jolted back in surprise, gasping. With your hand clutched on your chest, you turned around and saw no other than a glasses clad Jung Jaehyun pinned against metal by his shoulders with Taeyong staring him down, absolutely furious.

“YA!” the assaulter erupted, making you cover your ears in panic.

You dashed forward and tried to separate them, but Taeyong didn’t budge a bit off of Jaehyun.

“I told you to stop leaving your sobby love notes, and arts and crafts projects around my sister, loser.” Taeyong growled, tightening his grip on Jaehyun’s clothes. “She wants nothing to do with you, or your four eyes.”

You let out a breath in frustration, “Taeyong! Taeyong that’s enough!”

“And another thing: stop creeping around her, or I'll beat you up better than Sugar Ray.”

You whined and once again tried to peel off your brother away from the poor, bluing Jaehyun. “Taeyong…” you released like a threat, but to the said person's ears it was simply irritating.

He growled and tuned to you. “STAY OUT OF THIS!” he shouted, shoving you away, unintentially sending you falling back on your tailbone.

You made a pained sound and simultaneously two different voices called for you. One was Jaehyun, and the other, you knew to be Johnny, who currently running down the hall towards this hurricane.

Johnny hated it when his best friend, Taeyong, got his sister, you, involved in his muck. Johnny tried to get you to stay out of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you get hurt; it angered him.

Taeyong turned to you, stunned, “Are you okay?”

And unexpectedly, Jaehyun pushed his captor off and yelled, “How could you hurt your own sister?” all before throwing a right hook to the other guy’s nose.

Tayong gripped his face and went flying back. Though admittedly, he didn’t think the scum Jung Jaehyun had it in him to fight back, with how used he was with fist fights, he quickly regained composure, and quickly retaliated.

“YOU BASTARD!” Taeyong shouted, throwing a solid punch to Jaehyun’s cheek, before ramming into him and punching him onto the ground.

It was at this point Johnny came and helped your stunned, screaming self up from the floor. You screamed at your brother to stop, but it fell empty to his ears.

 “JOHNNY DO SOMETHING!” you cried and turned to the said man. Johnny was a good guy and a good friend, and he wasn’t particularly scared of Taeyong, but that wasn’t the reason why he hesitated for a moment. He hesitated because there was a bitter taste in his throat, because you thought Jaehyun was actually cute no matter how unpopular he was.

Neither did Johnny fuss about popularity really, but he honestly couldn’t fathom what you saw in this awkward chump… when there was him.

Eventually though, as Johnny was a good person, he had taeyong off of a badly bruised ad bloody nosed Jaehyun in a matter of seconds. Did I mention Johnny was extremely tall?

You ran to him Jaehyun as Taeyong was being pacified by his best friend. You hear your brother try to tell you off, but you ignored him like he did you. You lifted Jaehyun’s head and used your shaky hand to wipe off the red on him with your baby blue hankie.

You boiled in anger and your tears welled up. You whipped your head to your brother and shouted with a broken voice “ARE YOU PSYCHO?”

“Get away from him!” Taeyong barked, trying to get away from Johnny.

“You could’ve killed him, moron!”

“That’ll teach him to stay away from you, teach everyone who dares come near you with goo-goo eyes!”

“He barely even talked to me, Taeyong!”

Taeyong scoffed, “He’s a lunatic!”

“Oh, and beating him up proves you aren’t?!” you fumed. With a digusted scoff, you turned away from your brother, “That’s enough. Take him away from here, Johnny.”

Your heart broke at the sight of the flinching man on the floor. You looked at the crowd around you and scoffed once more, “SOMEONE CALL A NURSE! RED CROSS! AN AMBULANCE! ANYTHING!”

 Taeyong fought off Johnny, “Fucking, dumbass! I’m not leaving my sister with that garbage!”

You huffed and turned to Johnny who looked at you with soft eyes. You urged him by calling his voice, but Johnny didn’t move your brother away at all.  

“I think you should leave too,” Johnny spoke, eyeing the man on the floor.

“You dogs,” you speak lowly, “I can’t just leave him here.”

 “Well, actually,” a voice called and emerged a guy named Yuta. “You can now. You shouldn’t be here,” he added, looking down his best friend, gripping the handle of his first aid kit in hand.

Tayeong laughed dryly at the sight of Yuta, “What a fucking nerd.”

 “Yuta,” I say with a soft voice

He sighs and turns to me, “I’d say it’s not your fault, but… you’ve done enough here.” Yuta then crouched down and started tending to his friend. At this point a couple of students in the Red Cross started piling around us.

“Lets go!” Taeyong shouted. He snored and spat out blood to his side. You stood up from where you sat and walked off with Taeyong and Johnny. Your eyes were fixated however on the battered man surely unconscious on the floor.

[whipped4woosung]

requests!

hi friends! i would luv if you guys sent in some fun little drabble requests (even though my drabbles usually exceed drabble word count hehe). i prefer writing fluffy scenarios and stuff BUT i will write some angst or smut if you really want :)) my inbox is open.

i write for the rose & stray kids currently. p.s, i’m still kinda new to stray kids so i’m still learning seungmin, woojin, changbin & jisung’s personalities so i most likely won’t right for them just yet. 

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[webangchan]

✜ play-thing ✜  lee minho x fem!reader 900 words kinks and warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, non-monogamy, dirty talk, voyeurism/exhibitionism (kind of)

You can feel his dark eyes burning holes into you from across the room.

The man in front of you - Jaehyun, Jaehyeong, you can’t remember - speaks up, pulling your focus back to him. “So what brings you out tonight? Never really took you as the partying type,” he says, curiously. There’s no judgment behind his words, but you’re pretty sure you know what he’s really asking.

You’ve seen him around campus before, usually hanging out with his friends in the dining hall or studying in the library. He’s handsome, perhaps too handsome for his own good: dark brown hair styled to fit his face, easily surpassing six foot tall, and you’re sure that he’s hiding a six pack underneath his plain black tee shirt. 

With a flirtatious grin, you laugh. “What type of woman do you take me for, then?” you ask. 

“Doesn’t matter if I was wrong, now does it?” he playfully retorts, leaning in a little closer to you. 

And boy, was he wrong. Because whatever type of woman he took you for, nothing would come close to how you really are, what you’re really doing at that party. 

“You look really good tonight. That dress fits you just right,” he says, looking you up and down with little shame.

“I was hoping you’d think so,” you say, reaching up to rest your hand on his arm. “It’s one of my favorite dresses to wear out. Do you want to know why?”

“Tell me,” he says. His hands reach forward to rest on your hips as you lean up to whisper in his ear, and you’re practically flush against him, able to feel him.

“Makes for much easier access,” you say, just loud enough that he can hear you. As you speak, your eyes lock with the other man from before, and your grin only grows when you press a kiss to your new friend’s jawline. 

The other nods his head to one side before pushing off the wall, disappearing into the crowd. 

When you pull away from what’s-his-name and see a pleased smirk, you wink at him. “Maybe I’ll let you find out tonight. But first, I’m going to go grab a drink. I’ll be back as quick as I can, okay? Don’t move.”

You pretend to head towards the kitchen, but hanging a left instead of a right sends you down a different hallway. As you pass by a closed door, it quickly opens, and someone pulls you inside. 

“You know, if it didn’t turn me on so fucking much to watch you whore around, I might actually be jealous this time,” Minho says, hastily pulling up your dress.

You breathily laugh as your boyfriend’s lips attach to your neck, knowing he fully plans to mark you. “I don’t know, Baby,” you say, grinding your hips against his, hoping he gets the hint to move quickly. “That’s a little fucked up, don’t you think?” 

Minho laughs with you, pulling your panties down and stuffing them into his pocket once he gets them off of you. “Everything about this is fucked up. That’s why we like doing it, Sweetheart,” he says, eagerly unbuttoning his own pants and letting them fall to the floor. 

You’ve both already agreed to no foreplay, knowing there’d be no time. And between your boyfriend and the newest object of your affection, you’re already practically dripping. 

Minho thrusts into you, your head falling back as you steady yourself against the vanity behind you. “Minho, fuck,” you breathe, trying not to be too loud. You don’t want to attract attention, especially if someone were to come looking for you. “Cock fills me up so good.”

When you look back to him, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is familiar but electrifying, and you can’t help but clench down around him. 

“Shit, you really do want me to finish in two minutes, huh?” he says, speeding up his thrusts. 

“The sooner you cum in me, the sooner - sooner I can let him fuck it deeper into me,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

When he’s not focusing on your pleasure, which you both agreed would come later that night one way or another, it doesn’t take him long to reach his own high. With a moan of your name, your boyfriend comes undone inside of you, and when he pulls out, you can already feel it beginning to drip down your thighs. 

After a few moments, Minho tenderly reaches out and fixes part of your hair. 

“Have fun,” he says, kissing you again. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Arriving back in the main room, you quickly find Jae-something standing exactly where you left him. He perks up when he sees you again, but he looks a little confused. 

“No drink?” he asks, gesturing to your empty hands.

You shrug, coming close to him again and wrapping your arms around his neck just as you had with Minho minutes prior. When he doesn’t hesitate to circle his own around your waist, you smile.

“They were out of what I wanted,” you say. “But I’m thinking we could get out of here, maybe have some fun. I’d love to show you what’s underneath my dress.” 

“Sounds good to me.”

[flurrys-creativity]

Sick winter nights

Pairing: Lee Jaehyeong (The Rose) x Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Romance; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: the reader is sick -> so headache, common cold, feeling hot but freezing at the same time, being whiny; Wordcount: 776; Event: Winter Hearts from kdiarynet; Prompt: Number 36 - “Being taken care of after getting sick from the cold”

Summary: Maybe you shouldn’t have run out into the first snow with barely any clothes on. Maybe you should have listened to Jaehyeong. But him caring about you now that you were sick; maybe it was worth it.

You groaned in pain, tossing and turning in your bed. It felt too hot but as soon as you kicked the blanket away, you were freezing again and quickly scrambling for the blanket. But moving this fast hurt your head, as if someone repeatedly kicked against it.

Additionally to your headache you had a stuffy nose. Though at the same time it was a runny nose as well. Like, please just be one of both; or better now - be neither. 

Thinking about it, how can it be called a common cold when you didn’t feel cold. Yes, you just kicked your blanket away again.

“You shouldn’t do that”, Jaehyeong chided you gently as he walked into your shared bedroom, carrying a large tray in his hands. He placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, a height where you could comfortably see what he had brought, and turned to you just to tug you back underneath the blanket.

“But it’s so hot”, you whined and squirmed underneath the blanket, resisting the urge to kick it away once more.

“You need the warmth to get healthy again.”

“Can we switch it please? I want to need something cool to get healthy again. Something like a huge bucket of ice cream.”

Jaehyeong chuckled lightly but to your dismay shook his head no. “I have some chicken noodle soup for you and hot tea. Do you need help to sit up?”

A pout formed on your lips since he really had no ice cream on the tray. “No, I’m fine.” 

You were not fine. Overestimating your strength you pushed yourself up and immediately regretted the fast movement. Your head spinned and for a whole minute you saw nothing but black. You groaned and pressed a hand against your forehead, swaying slightly from side to side.

Jaehyeong sighed and pushed the pillows behind you to a better position before he helped you lean against them. And of course he pulled the blanket back up to cover most of your body.

“I’m never getting sick again”, you mumbled and accepted the bowl with soup, carefully blowing over the content to cool it down a little.

“Then I suggest not running bare feet only with shorts and a tank top outside through the snow.”

“But it was the first snow!” You whined again and stuffed a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

“And it made you catch the cold.” Jaehyeong stated, leaning back on his hands and watching you eat the soup.

“Don’t lecture me now. I’m sick.”

Jaehyeong chuckled again and just lightly shook his head, smiling at you without saying another word.

You quietly ate the soup, which in fact did taste pretty awesome, despite you not having the same sense of taste due to your stuffy runny nose. You wanted to lean over and place the bowl back on the tray but Jaehyeong took it from you and gave you now the steaming cup of tea.

“Ginger tea? Do I have to drink this?”

“I sweetened it for you, so yes, you have to.”

“Really?”

“If you drink the whole cup, I’ll get you your favourite ice cream flavour and we can watch your favourite movie together in bed.”

Your eyes brightened and you immediately placed the cup against your lips, blowing a few times over the tea before you took several big gulps of the liquid. “You better get the ice cream before I finish this cup.”

Jaehyung half scoffed, half laughed but got up, bringing the empty bowl back into the kitchen.

You finished half of the tea when he returned with his notebook and a box of your favourite ice cream.

“Finish drinking the tea while I set up the notebook and once I start the movie you can have your ice cream”, he said and placed the box on the nightstand.

You just nodded and kept on drinking the ginger tea quietly while you watched him start the notebook.

“Finished!” You grinned the minute Jaehyeong had chosen the movie. “Now I can have the ice cream.”

Another scoff but he smiled as well and took the empty cup from you, exchanging it with the ice cream and a spoon.

You happily dug into the sweet, cold dessert, barely noticing how Jaehyeong sat down next to and pulled you into his arms after starting the movie.

He placed a short kiss on top of your head and relaxed slightly. “As long as you’re feeling better now.”

“Thanks to the best nurse taking care of me”, you smiled and snuggled into his embrace, happily watching the movie and appreciating the cold treat underneath your warm blanket.

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[dojooned-blog]

SAFE

—lee jeahyeong x reader —requested by anonymous —genre; slice of life —number of words; 652 —request notes here!

In the distance, the sound of thunder rolled across the sky. You stood nervously by the window, clutching your phone tightly. It was pitch black outside and you could barely see anything.

The thunderstorm was getting worse by the minute. To make matters worse, Jaehyeong had yet to arrive. You were so close to biting your nails off as you anxiously waited for your boyfriend.

After what seemed like hours, there came a familiar knock on the door. You released the breath you had been holding and rushed to the door. The beaming face of your boyfriend greeted you.

“Oppa!” You shouted in relief, enveloping him into a hug. “I’ve been waiting forever for you,” you mumbled into his chest. He chuckled and returned the hug, “I’m fine love, don’t worry.”

You didn’t want to let him go. When the storm had started in the middle of his journey, you had gotten worried sick. Slippery roads on a late night was a horrible combination.

Thankfully however, he had reached safely.

“You know you can let me go now right?” He laughed that same warm laughter, looking down at you. “No,” you said, “I’m never letting you go.”

Without warning, the towering young man scooped you up over his shoulder. “Jaehyeong!” Your giggles filled the air as he carried you into the house. “Maybe I won’t let you go either,” he quipped.

You pounded against his back, still giggling uncontrollably, “put me down!” Jaehyeong ambled over to the couch, where he gingerly placed you down. You crossed your arms over your chest and flashed him an amused smile.

“I’ll go get my bass,” he leaned in for a quick kiss on your lips before heading into your room. The main purpose of his visit was to retrieve his bass, which he had left at your place the day before.

It was a norm for him, leaving his instrument at your apartment, and you were used to it. What you didn’t know was that he only left it there to use as an excuse to come over.

“You’re leaving already?” You pouted, watching him lean the base against the wall next to the front door. He looked over to you, “do you want me to stay?”

You quickly nodded and extended a hand for him. Jaehyeong chuckled and ambled over to the couch, taking your hand into his. The boy was so easy to convince. 

He settled down comfortably beside you. Your head rested on his shoulder easily. “I’m so glad you got through that storm safely,” you whispered. A small smile crept onto his face as he gazed down at you. 

By then you had shut your eyes, ready to call it a night. His eyes studied your features, taking in every distinct detail. You were so beautiful. Jaehyeong still asked himself everyday how lucky he was to have you.

Just then you looked up, catching him off guard. His cheeks flushed a tint of pink as he laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

In return you couldn’t help but blush as well, butterflies erupting in your stomach. “You’re forgiven,” you replied sheepishly. In a swift motion you snuck a peck on his cheek, earning from him that smile that you still adored dearly.

Even after months of dating, both you and Jaehyeong were still as shy as the fateful day you had first met. But it bothered neither of you. He loved you, and you loved him. 

Outside, a bolt of lightning briefly illuminated the sky. Your heads turned in unison to the window, before turning back to meet each other’s eyes. “Don’t leave?” You uttered softly, gazing lovingly at him.

Because the truth was, it was in his arms that you felt at home. Felt the safest. And Jaehyeong must have read your mind because he pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly. “I'm not going anywhere.”

[key201303]

Pairing: Jaehyeong x Reader Word count: 1525 words Warnings: None! Just a bunch of comfort Plot: You’ve been feeling really overwhelmed lately because of your bosses. They’ve been asking you to overwork for the past few weeks and even though Jaehyeong asked you to set the limits and tell them you couldn’t overwork anymore in order to stay more healthy, you couldn’t say no to your bosses. Today when you got back home, Jaehyeong was home waiting for you to join him in a delicious dinner. But as soon as you run to his arms and tears start streaming down your face uncontrollably, he cannot focus on the food anymore. A/N: I'm officially coming back! Lot's of thing have been happening that kept me away from writing but fortunately I can say I will be able to slowly go back to writing. Thank you to everyone that is still here and that will read and support my stories from now on, doesn't matter if you're old school or new to this blog ❤️ Also I've noticed there are not much content with The rose and specially with Jaehyeong so here I am, black roses you're all welcome to my blog let's share our love for these guys ❤️ Taglist -> since it's been so long, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

It’s been a tough day. Not only because your coworker keeps giving you more and more of her work because your bosses have been asking you to stay at work for longer or even extra days. At this point, with this tight schedule you haven’t been able to see Jaehyeong. You even almost forgot how his voice sounded like in real life or how his eyes shined everytime you appeared in his sight. And that made you feel even worse about the whole situation. He has told you plenty of times to set your limits so they cannot exploit you just because you do your work and other’s. But you’re not the type of person to say “no”. It’s like that word doesn’t exist in your vocabulary. Now unfortunately you have to pay the consequences of overworking. “Y/N, I’ll leave some documents I couldn’t finish on your desk, I’m going home.” The voice of your coworker broke the peaceful sound the coffee machine made while preparing your fourth coffee of the day. All you did was check the wall clock that hungged above your heads and nodded, not even looking at her. Once your coffee was ready, you had to go back to work. As soon as you entered your office, your phone screen lit up with a familiar notification sound. “I’m home! Hope you come soon, I’ll make some good food, remember our promise?” The message said. Only then you remember the little promise you made the night before. Jaehyeong was going to finish practice earlier than usual and promised you he would make you your favorite food as long as you finished earlier than usual as well. You felt overwhelmed for a moment. You wanted more than anything else that quality time with the man that owned your heart. And you only had to say “no”.

After a few more minutes of conversation a familiar voice knocks you out of your thoughts once again. “Can you stay a few more hours? Jiwoo’s work need to be finished today.” Your boss said. To be honest, you were tired. Tired of always wanting to go home but not being able to do so because Jiwoo didn’t finish her work. “I have plans.” You said without even thinking what you just said. “But…” Your boss tried to answer but you cut him off. “No buts. It’s Jiwoo’s work, not mine.” You said packing your stuff without looking up. “If it has to be finished today, she should have stayed like I do everyday.” You added getting off your seat and walking towards the door that separated your office from the rest of the building. “I’ll see you on Monday.” You said before leaving the place as your boss and other coworkers looked at you with a surprised gaze. Finally you could feel a huge weight getting off your shoulders.

The walk back home was cold. Hands and nose were freezing tho your ears were warm thanks to the headphones Jaehyeong gifted you a few weeks ago. And not only your ears were getting warm. Your heart was also finally starting to feel warm as you listened to “She’s in the rain”. It never fails to make you feel better whenever you listen to it. (Take some time to enjoy the song before you continue reading)

You finally got home and the strong smell of fresh homemade food filled your body with the feeling of home. And even more feelings appeared as soon as Jaehyeong’s smiling figure appeared leaning on the kitchen door frame. His smile was as bright as light, as sweet as chocolate, as beautiful as a rose and as warm as the sunshine. You couldn’t stop admiring his figure as you walked towards him, hoping to land between his arms and rest your head in the warmth of his chest, near his heart where you belong. His smile grew even wider when his arms wrapped around your small figure. Unfortunately that smile didn’t last long. You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks, getting dried by Jaehyeong’s soft pull over. You tried to stop the tears but you couldn’t. Finally all the stress you’ve been trying to hide was flowing out your body through those tears. “You don’t have to hide your emotions anymore, not in front of me.” Jaehyeong said, tightening his hold, making you hide your face back in the warmth of his heart. “Let it all out… You’ve held it for long enough and I’m here to listen to you.” He added with a low voice, stroking your hair trying to calm you down.

“I have an idea.” He said, a smile appearing back in his lips when you started to feel a bit better. “Let’s go.” He added, grabbing your hand and his guitar. You looked at him confused. “But the dinner…” You tried to say, pointing at the dining room table, full of food. “Food can wait, your health can’t”. He said taking you to the rooftop of your little apartment.

The sky looked beautiful when not much city lights ruined the light stars and the moon had. “How can you know me so well?” You asked Jaehyeong, a small smile threatening to appear in your lips as you still tried to dry some tears that were left running down your cheeks. “Because before dating you, I had to deal with your annoying ass as a best friend.” Jaehyeong joked as he removed the last tear from your cheek with a soft touch, gaining the laugh that was threatening to come out from your mouth. 

“Come on, I’ll let you choose the song for today.” He said once you both got warm and comfy in the small tent you had built for when you needed a stargazing session like the one you were about to start. You immediately suggested ‘she’s in the rain’ and as soon as you started to pronounce the title of the song Jaehyeong cut you off. “You always choose the same one! Can’t you just change for once?” He said playfully laughing. “If you don’t want me to choose then don’t ask me to do so!” You said laughing as well. After some discussion on which song he should play, finally you both agreed on him playing “See-saw”.

His voice was soft, low, not really putting much effort but still taking you to heaven, words flowing through his mouth so effortlessly which made you feel even more cozy. The moonlight hit the perfect spots to make his face features stand out. The silverish light hit perfectly his blond locks, creating an elegant silver hair illusion. You couldn’t focus on the sky. The galaxy his dark eyes held was more than enough that you couldn’t have more attention for something else apart from him. Only then you notice it was not the homemade food the one giving you the feeling of home. Actually it was the thought of him being there for you the one that made you feel home, because everywhere and anywhere would feel home as long as you were together. (Take some time to enjoy the song before you continue reading)

Once he finished singing, his slender fingers kept playing the guitar a bit more as you laid your head on his shoulder. The lack of light, his scent, the soft music his guitar was making mixed with the soft vibrations you felt because of him quietly humming to random melodies was lulling you into a deep sleep. A huge smile appeared on his lips when he noticed your almost asleep figure. “You look so beautiful like this. I’m so lucky you decided to say yes when I asked you out in such a shabby way.” He whispered, pretending to think you were fast asleep and couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t help smiling at his confession which made him act all surprised and disappointed because you heard what he said which made you laugh even more. “This is the girl I missed.” He said. His eyes held so much admiration and love whenever he looked at you. It’s always been that way. You guess Dojoon was right every time he said Jaehyeong would always look at you in a very different way. And it was true. You were the only person living on this earth and probably this galaxy that could see that look in his eyes. Full of love and so fond of you. “Promise you won’t overwork anymore.” He said once you both finished your little stargazing date. “We promised to have a happy life together, you can’t get sick already.” He added as you both entered the kitchen, a small tint of sadness in his expression. Seeing him like this broke your heart. “I promise, from now on no more extra hours.” You said with a small smile, offering him your pinky to seal the deal. But he preferred leaning a bit to close the distance between both of you and place a soft yet full of the love he had for you kiss on your cherry lips. “Let’s go, we have to hit up the food if we want to have dinner.” He said with a playful smirk, leaving you wanting more, just like he always loves to do.

[key201303]

What would it look like to be on a relationship with Jaehyeong (text version)

[flurrys-creativity]

Drapetomania

Drapetomania (n.) - an overwhelming urge to run away

Pairing: Lee Jaehyeong (The Rose) x reader; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, established relationship AU; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: heavy make out session, very angsty, self doubt, fear of not being good enough, nipple play, fingering, attempt of oral (f receiving), use of safeword, near panic attack, very nervous and unsure reader, safe sex, penetrative sex; Wordcount: 9.270

Summary: You loved Jaehyeong with all your heart. You really did. And you feared he would leave you, once he realised you weren’t it, after he slept with you. So you avoided getting intimate with him, always fleeing the scene until you couldn’t anymore. Feeling conflicted you were unsure what to do. Could you even overcome your fear?

A/N: This is part of The Intimacy Anthology Project! 

The blue hue from the tv cast light shadows through the otherwise dark apartment. Even the dimly lit fairy lights couldn't bring much more light into the room.

The shadows danced across the walls whenever a scene switched in the movie like they were performing a specific choreography.

Despite their efforts you only had eyes for your boyfriend, looking through hooded eyelids down at him. 

You sat on the couch, straddling the hips of Jaehyeong, with your back to the tv. You leaned back, panting slightly from the previous kiss. A small smile formed on your lips, while your eyes roamed over his face.

His eyes were still half closed and his mouth slightly open, as if he was relishing in the feeling from before a few more moments.

You cupped his face, thumbs stroking gently over his high cheekbones, before you leaned back down and pecked his lips. Directly followed by a peck on the tip of his nose, on his cheeks and one on his forehead.

A giggle erupted from your throat as soon as you saw his lovesick grin. You slumped down and hid your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed and shy of the overly affectionate act just now.

Jaehyeong wrapped his arms around your body and held you close, chuckling silently at your antics. He absolutely loved the moments whenever you had the urge to litter his skin with small kisses. The act felt so pure and full of raw emotion. 

You sighed in content, leaning into his body and closing your eyes. This was by far your absolute favourite place. In his arms. You felt protected and safe within them, surrounded by his warmth, that sent small tingles through your whole body. You could hear his steady heartbeat strumming in his chest, and smell the remnants of his cologne he had put on this morning mixed with sweat. You nuzzled your nose against his skin, humming lightly while doing so.

“You’re tickling me.” He laughed and squeezed your sides lightly.

“Hmm.”

Jaehyeong scoffed, trying to cover up his laugh. “Instead of tickling me, you should watch the movie. You wanted to see that for some time now.”

“I am watching!” You protested but refrained from changing your position at all.  While talking your lips ghosted over the sensitive spot on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. With a sly smirk you resumed whispering against his skin. “It’s a really interesting movie, I must admit.”

“You’re doing that on purpose now!” Jaehyeong laughed and leaned away from you, his eyes scrunching up slightly.

You straightened back up and stared down at him. “How dare you,” you gasped in mock offence, “accuse me of something like that! This is scandalous!”

“Is that so?” He asked, arching an eyebrow to provoke you.

“Definitely!”

“What are you going to do about that?” Jaehyeong asked, tilting his chin up while observing your reaction.

“Hmm.” You hummed and leaned down, your gaze switching between his dark eyes and his lips. “You tell me.” You whispered against them, your lips barely brushing them.

Jaehyeong leaned forward, trying to kiss you, only for you to lean slightly away, letting him chase your lips. He growled playfully before he tightened his hug and pulled you inevitably back to him. “Stop teasing.”

“Would never.”

Your fingers ran through his dark hair, playing with the locks at the nape of his neck when you finally connected your lips with his again. The soft touch set sparks aflame in your stomach, making you crave for more.

As if on cue, Jaehyeong swiped the tip of his tongue over your lower lip, grinning for a split second before diving into a deeper kiss. His hands wandered to your hips, holding you in place.

With a last deep breath you opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to enter. You arched your back and pressed your chest closer against his. Still this didn’t feel close enough to you. You tightened your hold, needing to feel him everywhere.

Jaehyeong gladly noticed your neediness, smirking slightly, his hands started to roam over your body. He squeezed your butt quickly, earning a yelp from you, before his hands wandered to your back. One sliding even higher to your neck.

His tongue still glided through your mouth, dancing soulfully with your own. The tip of it running over your teeth. He pulled his tongue back, instead nipping at your lower lip and sucking it between his teeth.

You used the chance to satisfy the burn for air in your lungs, taking a deep breath. You ignored the tug at your lower lip, concentrating to actually breathe as long as you could. Even though your lungs still screamed for more air, your mind and heart had a totally different desire. You didn’t wait and ignored your breathlessness going back into kissing Jaehyeong. 

Unconsciously you started grinding your hips against his lap, getting a low groan from him as a result. You could feel his hands wander again, his fingertips slipping underneath your shirt. Even the slightest touch against your skin sent little shocks through your whole body.

His hesitant touches grew bolder and the ticklish feeling was replaced by strong digs of his fingers into your soft skin. 

You moaned quietly, your brain barely able to follow everything that was happening. You just barely managed to notice your rapidly beating heart, the lust clouding your mind and your rushed breathing whenever you parted your lips for a second. It took some time to notice that Jaehyeong’s hands had wandered down to your pants, trying to open them.

The minute you realised his fingers were playing with the waistband of your pants, the hazy fog in your brain vanished. The lust dropped to a non-existent level while panic spread through your veins. You tensed up, immediately hurling away from Jaehyeong. With shaky hands you grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from your body. You were still panting from making out when your attention turned to his face.

Confusion and worry were spread all over it. Jaehyeong blinked a few times, scanning your form quickly to find any reason for the sudden interruption. He swallowed thickly, ignoring the throbbing erection in his pants, when he tried to open his mouth and ask you what was wrong.

Before he could actually utter a word you jumped up to your feet. Your eyes were wide in panic and your chest was still heaving up and down rapidly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, backing away from him. “I just forgot-” your eyes darted around, scanning your area, while you tried to come up with an excuse. Lingering shortly on the tv screen, where the movie still played, your eyes rushed further through the room, until they landed on a stack of papers. “I have an essay due tomorrow!” 

As soon as you blurted the words out, you spun around and hurried out of the living room.

“Y/N!” Jaehyeong called after you, scrambling to his feet as quickly as possible. “Y/N, wait!” He caught up to you at the door, where you were about to put your shoes on. “Please wait.”

“I’m sorry.”

You glanced up to him shortly, seeing the hurt in his eyes, regretting it immediately.

“Tomorrow is sunday.”

You froze in the middle of your movement when your brain registered his words and especially the pain that layered his tone.

“If I did something wrong, I am really sorry,” Jaehyeong said, looking you straight into the eyes, “but please don’t go.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of the lump building in your throat. “I..”, you cleared your throat, shaking your head rapidly, “you did nothing wrong.”

“Then why are you leaving again? Every time we get remotely close you back off. It must be something I did!” He cried, tears shimmering in his eyes.

Your heart broke. You straightened up, standing before him. You knew you should tell him the truth but you were afraid of his reaction, afraid of a possible rejection.

Jaehyeong just stared at you, waiting for an answer patiently. His hair was still dishevelled from making out just earlier, tears brimmed in his eyes and threatened to fall any second, and his chest and shoulders still moved heavily even though he tried to calm it down.

“It’s..”, you turned away from him, groaning in frustration while you ran your hands through your hair, “It’s definitely not your fault, okay?”

“Then tell me what it is,” he pleaded with you.

Your eyebrows knitted together and your jaw tensed. You felt your heartbeat increase and clutched your trembling hands against your chest. You were torn between telling him your fear of not being good enough for him and being dropped as soon as he slept with you and the urge to just run away.

“Please?”

You looked back up at him. He hadn’t moved from his spot at all, giving you the space you needed and the freedom to choose for yourself. The only thing he changed was opening his arms for you, looking at you pleadingly.

“I’m afraid,” you whispered, your voice so low it was barely audible, even to your own ears, but Jaehyeong had heard you.

“Of me?” He asked carefully, observing your reaction closely.

You scoffed, shaking your head quickly: “Of course not.”

Jaehyeong let out a breath he unconsciously had held after hearing your words. “Whatever it is, I am here for you. I won’t leave you alone with it.” The corner of his lips twitched slightly, trying to give you a reassuring smile.

Still you could see the nervousness lingering in his eyes and the fear you would leave again. You were still torn and just stood there, staring at him. The dull ache in your chest throbbing painfully. Your throat felt dry and swallowing was almost as painful as breathing normally. Ignoring the pain you forced yourself to speak. “I’m sorry.”

For a moment you saw the hope in Jaehyeong’s eyes dimming down and your heart broke a little at this sight.

You discarded your shoes and leaped into his arms, wrapping yours around his body and hiding your face in his chest. You ignored the tears streaming down your cheeks and staining his shirt. “Promise you won’t leave me,” you whispered while keeping your head low, afraid to look up at him.

You felt him tense up for a second underneath your hold. But he relaxed quickly and wrapped his arms around you as well. You felt him rubbing soothing circles on your back and murmuring gentle words against the crown of your head, giving you the time you needed to sort everything out in your mind.

His hold on you was stronger than usual, not that it hurt or anything, you just noticed it as an indicator for his own nervousness. 

Realising how scared Jaehyeong might be, sent a pang straight through your heart. New tears formed in your eyes, threatening to run down your cheeks. "I'm so sorry", you mumbled over and over again, guilt creeping up inside of you.

How could you be so selfish and not think about his well-being. Dread rose up in your stomach, making you nauseous. "I'm so sorry."

Jaehyeong pulled you even closer, mumbling against your hair. "I may not know for what but don't be. You don’t have to feel sorry, okay? I'm here for you." 

Slowly but surely you calmed down until only a few sniffles here and there were heard. You nodded, taking his calming words in and being able to process them. "Okay," you confirmed with a hoarse voice.

Jaehyeong sighed quietly, glad you calmed down enough to actually talk with him again. "I won’t force you, but if you want to talk I am all ears." He leaned a little back, trying to see your face again. With a hesitant smile he cupped your face, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

You leaned into his touch, taking any physical endearments you could get right now. You were scared that these could be the last loving touches from him and that he would leave you as soon as you admitted why you always fled from making out with him. "I'm scared," you whispered your thoughts while closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of comfort he emitted.

Jaehyeong hummed quietly. "Since you said, you're not scared of me, I feel a little lost. Is it something I did? I will change that, if you tell me what it is! I don't want you to feel scared around me." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you and I will do anything to make you happy, promise."

You smiled, your heart soaring after hearing his words. "I love you too." You opened your eyes again, seeing Jaehyeong smiling brightly in relief, his eyes full of adoration for you.

"How about I make us some hot cocoa and we settle back down on the couch? If you feel like it, you can tell me what's wrong. But we can just talk about some random stuff as well, or watch your favourite movie, maybe even with a bucket full of ice cream, or we can just sit there in silence and appreciate the drink, or we could head to bed and just sleep. There are endless possibilities, so whatever you're up for I'm in."

"A hot chocolate sounds good," you mumbled after contemplating his suggestions. You were a little sleepy with heavy eyes and limbs but your mind still ran a marathon and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep now. So instead you followed him to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"I'll make the drinks. I'll be right back. Just a minute." Jaehyeong reassured you and planted one more kiss to your forehead before he hurried into the kitchen.

You heard him rummaging through the cabinets, trying to be as quick as possible. Though the sounds were drowned out by white noise after a while. You grabbed a pillow and pressed it against your chest, pulling your legs up close as well. "Hugging pillows," you thought, burying your face in it, "something I need to get used to." Slowly you noticed the cold creeping up your body. It wasn’t particularly cold inside the room but the warmth of Jaehyeong was missing and left you shivering slightly.

Another thing you had to get used to. You were sure Jaehyeong would leave after you told him what the issue was. You had heard that having sex is such a huge factor in a relationship from basically everyone and you knew it was a miracle that Jaehyeong stayed with you this long already.

You sunk deeper into the couch and your thoughts, not noticing that Jaehyeong came back from the kitchen with two steaming cups in his hands.

He glanced at you shortly, seeing the fresh tears on your cheeks, before he placed the cups on the little table in front of the couch. He then grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you, sitting down right behind you to pull you into a hug. Silently Jaehyeong waited for you to realise that he came back. When you finally relaxed and leaned against his chest, he smiled slightly. “Must be something heavy, since you’re so deep inside your head,” he mumbled and kissed your hair gently.

“Mhm.”

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m here for you, okay?”

“I’m scared,” you whispered, a shiver running down your spine.

Jaehyeong nodded and pulled you even closer against his chest. “You said you weren’t scared of me, right?” He waited shortly until you confirmed his question again, before he continued. “Okay, then I have to admit I’m still confused. I have no idea what else could be the reason. Is it something I did? Something I didn’t do? One of my friends? Do they scare you? Or maybe something completely different? I promise I’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable again.”

You shook your head with every suggestion he made. “No! I’m scared that I’m not good enough!” You exclaimed, followed by a sob and even more tears running down your cheeks.

Stunned from your outburst Jaehyeong froze in his movements, his thoughts running miles an hour. “Not good enough?” He mumbled, more to himself than anything, his brows furrowed in concentration. “For what?”

“For you.”

“Me?” Jaehyeong got even more confused. “What do you mean?”

You wriggled in his embrace slightly, feeling uncomfortable to say your worries allowed. “I’m scared that I..” You swallowed, trying once again. “I’m scared I’m not good enough for you.” For a second you pressed your lips into a tight line, restricting yourself from talking. “That’s why I always run before anything happens,” you whispered. Heat rose to your cheeks and you pressed your face deeper against his chest.

For a few moments nothing happened. Jaehyeong was stunned to silence, mulling over your words until it finally clicked inside his head. “Oh.” Immediately he buried his head in the crook of your neck, rocking both of you from side to side. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he apologised over and over again.

Not having expected this reaction, you tensed and blinked repeatedly in confusion. “I don’t understand.” You turned your head slowly, staring at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “Aren’t you going to leave me? Because I’m not having sex with you since I’m scared I’m not good enough?”

“What? Why should I leave you? I would never! Not because of this! I love you, Y/N! I do not need to have sex with you to feel that. And I know you love me too. I don’t need you to prove it through sleeping with me,” Jaehyeong reassured you, kissing your temple to underline his statement.

Again tears welled up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The weight on your chest was finally lifted, making you breathe deeply, sucking the air greedily into your lungs. “I really love you,” you whispered.

Weeks passed since that night and Jaehyeong kept his promise of never overstepping your boundaries. Whenever you initiated a make out session he always kept his hands over your clothes and on your hips or back. Surely he still kissed you and pulled you in bone crushing hugs but he made sure you wanted them as well. He didn’t treat you differently, only making sure you felt comfortable at all times.

Still you grew restless with each passing make out session that didn’t go any further. Of course you were more than thankful for how understanding Jaehyeong was but you wanted him. You wanted to feel him, feel his fingertips on your skin, feel the heat of him being close to you. 

Actually, you wanted to sleep with him, despite being scared.

It wasn’t the first time for you to have sex but it would be the first time with him and Jaehyeong meant something to you, so you wanted it to be good. Not perfect since you knew that was an utopian vision but it should still be good.

The only problem you had was telling him what you wanted. Since you were still scared you felt as if your wish was contradicting what you had admitted just weeks prior. 

Instead of telling Jaehyeong you wanted to sleep with him, especially since you weren’t bold enough to just confront him with such a want, you tried to secretly show it to him.

Once again the both of you were on his couch, a movie playing without getting any attention. You were laying on your back, Jaehyeong hovering above you while kissing you deeply. 

You moaned into the kiss. Your hands wandered to the collar of his shirt and grabbed them tightly, just to pull him even closer. You wrapped one leg around his hips and pushed your own against his crotch.

Jaehyeong groaned and stilled his movements. “Babe,” his breathing was rough and his brows furrowed in concentration, eyes closed tightly. 

“Mhm?” You observed him closely, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re making it pretty hard for me right now. Literally.”

You slightly lifted your hips and felt his erection through his jeans immediately. You bit your lower lip and looked through batted eyelashes up to him. “So?”

“Y/N..”, Jaehyeong took a deep breath and opened his eyes, noticing your suggestive look. “I might have some trouble thinking straight right now but I have this feeling you might want to do more.”

You felt your cheeks heating up, averting your eyes in the process. You wanted more, yes, but were you actually ready to do it? “What if I’m not good enough?” You whispered, your hands dropping to your chest. Again your negative thoughts overwhelmed you. You nervously played with your fingers, second guessing your intentions.

“Stop that thought right there,” Jaehyeong told you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “This is not about being good enough. It is not your job to please me or be good enough. Having sex is not just a one man show! Having sex is communicating with each other, okay? We try something, one of us suggests something else, one of us even might interrupt. This is how it works. It is important to talk with each other. I don’t want to have sex when just one of us enjoys it.”

You nodded slowly, tears welling up in your eyes. His gentle words overwhelmed you and made your heart soar with love. You closed the distance between the both of you and kissed him tenderly, closing your eyes while doing so. 

“Do you still want to..?” Jaehyeong started his question but stopped in the middle, looking unsure.

“Yes.” Your answer was barely audible but it was enough for Jaehyeong to lean down and deepen the kiss. He carefully sucked in your lower lip and nipped at it, making you open your mouth and moan. Jaehyeong used this chance and pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, tenderly dancing with yours.

Meanwhile one of his hands roamed over your body until he tucked at the hem of your shirt before one of his hands slid underneath it.

You startled at the first contact of his fingertips against your skin, feeling as if little electric shocks bolted through your whole body.

His hand wandered further up, pushing your shirt up as well. When he reached the fabric of your bra, Jaehyeong gently cupped your breast, squeezing it just once.

Immediately you gasped and arched your back, pushing yourself closer against him.

Jaehyeong smirked before placing open mouthed kisses as a trail on your skin. He started with your cheek and jawline wandering down your neck to your collarbone. He could feel your rapid heartbeat underneath every kiss and his hand, which followed the fabric of your bra to your back. With a swift hand movement he opened it and slid his fingers underneath it as well.

“You still okay?” Jaehyeong asked while nibbling at your earlobe. “Voice your thoughts, okay? If I’m overstepping anything tell me to stop immediately okay?”

You nodded, swallowing a few times to wet your throat. “I’m nervous but I want to do it.”

“Hmm,” Jaehyeong hummed in thought, placing a few more kisses against your skin, “would it help your nervousness, if I tell you what I want to do? For example I would like to touch your breast and maybe even pinch your nipple, hoping to hear your beautiful moans.”

“Please.” You whimpered, closing your eyes and pushing your chest towards him. Impatient, you waited for him to do exactly what he said. A shiver ran over your body the moment you felt his fingertips coming closer to your chest. You opened your mouth, sucking air into your lungs in a slight hiss. The second you felt his fingertips touching your now hardened nipple a low moan escaped your mouth.

Embarrassed, you turned your head away from Jaehyeong and pressed a hand over your mouth. He hadn’t even pinched it now and you still had such a strong reaction.

His warm hand left your chest, instead turning your head back to look at him. Concern apparent in his eyes, he gently stroked your cheek. “Hey, please don’t suppress your reactions.” He leaned down and pecked your lips once, twice. “You have no idea how insanely hot it sounds to my ears. God, you make me crazy for you.”

“But you barely even touched me,” you whined, throwing an arm over your eyes.

Jaehyeong chuckled lowly, shaking his head with a grin. “At least I did touch you. What should I say? One suggestive look from you and it’s like my dick has a mind of its own!”

At his words you couldn’t stop the laugh bubbling up your throat. “Oh, come on.” You giggled and hit his chest lightly.

“I swear! I’m not kidding!” He grinned widely, seeing you laugh and finally relax a little. “I love you,” Jaehyeong blurted out, enjoying your smile and airy giggle as well as your scrunched up eyes. 

You calmed down a little, looking up to your boyfriend, who stared at you like a lovesick teenager. “I love you too.” You pushed yourself up and kissed Jaehyeong again.

When you plopped back on the couch you noticed how Jaehyeong glanced down and back up again. You followed his gaze and saw the straining bulge in his jeans. You bit your lower lip and returned your gaze to his face. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?” You asked, feeling a rush of boldness running through your body.

“Only if you’re up for it.” He smiled and stood up, pulling you with him. “There is nothing I’d love more right now. Except pizza, maybe.” 

You clicked with your tongue and rolled your eyes before you giggled again. “Kiss me, you idiot,” you said lovingly and pulled him at the collar of his shirt down to your height.

While kissing you, Jaehyeong grabbed your hips and guided you through the apartment towards the bedroom. Both of you stumbled through the dark and you feared you’d bump into anything on your way.

Surprisingly Jaehyeong and you made it without any problems to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. As soon as the door clicked shut his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt. “May I?” Jaehyeong asked between kisses.

“Yes,” you answered almost immediately and helped him to get rid of the fabric. With one movement you let your bra drop to the ground as well since it was already opened. You shivered slightly the second the cool air touched your nipples.

As soon as he let go of your shirt his hands went back to your waist, now touching your skin directly. Jaehyeong squeezed your flesh slightly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. 

“Jaehyeong?”, you whimpered between his kisses, throwing your head back and giving him access to your throat. He hummed lowly, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. “Please touch me.”

You could feel his hands moving upwards until they cupped your breasts. “So soft.” You barely registered his mumbled words, too deep into the feeling of his fingers on your skin. You gasped loudly when you felt him pinch one of your nipples before it turned into a pleased moan. “So hot.” He added, trailing more kisses further down. Jaehyeong stopped shortly, his lips hovering over your chest. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. 

Impatient you arched your back, wanting, no, needing him to continue. Jaehyeong exhaled sharply before he dove down and wrapped his lips around your nipple. His hot tongue shot forward and stimulated your nerves.

You moaned loudly and grabbed his locks, nearly pressing him against your chest. 

With a plop he removed his lips from your nipple and straightened his back. “Bed please.” His voice was strained from lust. You never heard it being this deep and just that sent a wave of need to your lower body.

You quickly scrambled through the dark to the bed and crawled upon it, turning back around to Jaehyeong. Even though the light was off, the little moonshine through the closed curtains gave you enough light to see his silhouette and how he took off his own shirt.

Again, the need to feel him, touch him even, overwhelmed you. When you heard him open the zipper of his pants you had to press your thighs together in need. The throb between your legs grew with each passing second.

With a low thud Jaehyeong discarded his pants to the ground and crawled on the bed as well until he kneeled right in front of you. Carefully he lifted his hand to caress your cheek. “Still with me?”, he asked and pecked the tip of your nose.

You nodded quickly, a small smile spreading across your face. “Yes.” You straightened a little, leaning forward and raising your hands. For a moment you hesitated, your hands hovering right over Jaehyeong’s chest. 

The warmth radiated from his body, making your fingers twitch involuntarily. Jaehyeong slowly lifted his hands to grab yours, pulling them closer to his chest inch by inch. His grip was gentle and soft and gave you the chance to pull away whenever you needed to.

You exhaled shakily, your eyes trained on your joined hands. Even though you had previously touched his bare chest during make out sessions in pools for example, this felt entirely different.

The darkness surrounding you, the silence of the room except your shared breaths, the closeness of your bodies. All that made it so much more intimate.

Your breath hitched the second your fingertips came in contact with his skin. The small tingling spread from the very tips through your whole body. Your eyes shifted back up to his face, roaming over his features to identify his mood or thoughts.

Jaehyeong’s eyes were trained on your face. He wanted to make sure you felt as comfortable as possible. 

Carefully his hands wandered along your arms, over your shoulders and down your back until they rested on your hips. He squeezed them gently, while looking into your eyes. “Tell me, what you want to do.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. This wasn’t something you had experienced before and it caught you off guard. Panicked, your eyes flicked around while your mind tried to conjure something. Anything.

“Y/N?” Jaehyeong cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “Take a deep breath. That’s it.” He nodded, mimicking deep breaths for you to follow. As soon as you calmed down, he spoke up again: “What is on your mind?”

You gulped loudly, blinking quickly trying to process your own racing thoughts. “I don’t know”, you whispered and bit down on your lower lip. “This is,” you sighed in defeat, “this is really different from what I know.”

Jaehyeong nodded slowly, his jaw tightened due to the indication in your sentence. He needed to close his eyes for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I understand.” His voice was barely even a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt crept up inside of you, thinking you ruined the mood. “I shouldn’t have..”

“No babe, don’t apologise. It’s okay, it really is.” Your boyfriend quickly intervened, caressing your cheeks with his thumb and looking at you intently. “Can I ask you for a favour though?”

You nodded slowly, unsure what he tried to achieve with that.

“Right now, okay? This, right here, this is a moment between us. Between you and me, okay? I ask you to just think about us right now. Only you and me.” He took a deep breath, searching your eyes for any dismissive indicators. “We are now moving on to something we’ve never done before together. This is our first time and everything right now is going to be new. It won’t be comparable to anything we ever experienced because it wasn’t between us, okay?”

The silence after his words was almost deafening to your ears. You blinked a few times, processing everything Jaehyeong said. You exhaled loudly, realising the meaning behind his words. “Just you and me”, you agreed with a hesitant smile.

Jaehyeong grinned. The relief he felt, took away the tenseness within his body. “Yes, you and me. So before we proceed with anything we should, I don’t know how to phrase it, make it safe, maybe?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Okay?” Even though you didn’t understand what he meant by making it safe you definitely agreed with him, since it sounded like something good.

“I already told you I would say whatever I want to do next to lessen your anxiety, right? I would like you to say whatever you want as well, just like you already did. Maybe it’s easier for you to ask me to do something instead of saying what you want to do and that is absolutely okay. It’s nothing definite and we can change that whenever we want.”

You nodded along, agreeing with his thoughts. Asking him to do something, came naturally to you somehow, while just the thought of saying what you want to do filled you with dread.

“We should decide on a safeword too. Any idea? Or we just use the colour system.”

“Apple?” You hadn’t even listened until Jaehyeong finished his statement, already thinking about a word. The word immediately came to your mind, sure you wouldn’t use it in normal sex talk.

“Okay, yeah. Apple it is.” Jaehyeong nodded enthusiastically. He then leaned forward and pecked your lips, grinning mischievously. “Do you think we need to decide on anything else?” 

“N-no?” You stuttered, lost in the lustful glint of his eyes.

“No?” He teased and leaned even further forward, forcing you to lean back a little. “I think there is one more thing.”

You blinked rapidly, wetting your lips with your tongue quickly. “Y-yeah?” Your eyes shifted to his widening grin before they darted back up. “What is it?”

Leaning to your ear, his breath fanned over the shell of it, making you shiver in anticipation. “You’re still wearing too much.” You glanced down, noticing that you still wore pants. “I think we should change that, babe.”

A small whimper escaped your lips and you nodded quickly. “Yes, please.” With shaky fingers you tried to unzip them but got stopped by Jaehyeong.

“May I?” As soon as he saw your nod, he opened your pants, pulling them down a little. With a quick tap to your butt and a whispered “up”, he notified you of raising your hips.

You hurried to follow his instructions, leaning down on your arms and raising your butt off the bed. 

Jaehyeong pulled your pants further down, his fingers gliding over your skin teasingly.

“That’s tickling”, you giggled, a broad smile on your lips while your eyes followed his movements. He pulled your pants off and stopped briefly, looking over your form.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jaehyeong murmured and crawled back up to you, placing soft kisses here and there. He held himself up with both his hands placed next to your chest and his knees between your legs. “So, so beautiful.”

You could feel the heat rising to your face, giggling nervously at his praise and avoiding eye contact. Your heart fluttered within your chest like the wings of a humming bird. You sighed in contentment as soon as you felt his lips wandering over the skin at your jaw and throat, ghosting small kisses along his path. He nibbled at your earlobe for a second before he whispered, “may I explore you, love?”

The hazy fog increased in your mind and you could only nod as an answer, taking a sharp breath in anticipation. Lust clouded your senses and you could only focus on the tingling that was left wherever Jaehyeong touched you. Letting your head fall back to give him more access, you felt the building excitement within you.

Jaehyeong slowly wandered down your chest, engulfing your nipple in his mouth, sucking slightly at it until you moaned. Even though he got enraptured with the task at hand, his eyes kept glancing back up to your face, making sure you were still alright. He leaned to one side and used his now free hand to cup your other breast, squeezing and massaging it slightly. With one last broad lick over your nipple he changed sides, giving now the same attention to your other nipple.

You could feel the slick increasing between your legs, making your panties stick against your folds. You wouldn’t have noticed it, if it weren’t for Jaehyeong pressing his bulge against your centre. A low whimper escaped your lips when he suddenly moved his hips slightly. Your stomach contracted while your body involuntarily aligned to his movements.

Jaehyeong chuckled lowly, blowing one last time over your wet nipple. A shiver ran down your spine and goosebumps spread over your skin. He rubbed your sides gently while wandering further down, placing kisses right underneath your breasts and along your stomach and over your navel.

Glancing once again up to you for a moment, Jaehyeong placed one hand on your hips, right over the hem of your panties. He placed another kiss on your body just above the fabric. With careful hands he slowly pulled the fabric down, giving you the time to react or stop him.

Your head shot up in alarm. Within a second you placed a hand on his and stopped his movement. “Wait”, you breathed, eyes wide from fear. Jaehyeong waited patiently for you to continue. You swallowed thickly, taking another deep breath. “I forgot to shave myself today,” you admitted, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t expect you to do so,” Jaehyeong stated calmly, rubbing small circles on your hip to reassure you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He asked, mustering your features closely despite the dim light in the room. “Are you okay to continue?” For a second his gaze fell back to your hand that had his own in a tight grip. 

You released your grip slowly, nodding and taking several deep breaths. “Yeah.” Another determined nod. “I’m okay.” You tried to calm your racing heart, chanting the words ‘don’t worry’ over and over again in your mind, while you turned your face away from Jaehyeong and only observed him from the corner of your eye.

Another moment passed, where Jaehyeong just kept still before he continued pulling your panties down. As soon as he threw it away, he planted one kiss after another on your legs, slowly getting back up to you again.

You didn’t think he would ignore your bare form like this. His behaviour caught you off guard and you weren’t sure how to react. On one hand you were more than glad that he didn’t stare or something like that but on the other hand you wanted him to at least acknowledge that you were completely naked in front of him.

As if he felt your inner turmoil, Jaehyeong stopped his loving ministrations. Instead he laid flat on his stomach, chest right over your entrance and his chin resting on your stomach. He looked up at you, caressing your sides, while waiting for you to look at him again. “I can’t tell you enough how beautiful you look,” Jaehyeong whispered upon eye contact and kissed your stomach once more.

“Yeah, looking straight at my double chin right now must be such a beautiful sight,” you retorted bluntly, forgetting for just a moment in what kind of position you both were.

Jaehyeong chuckled, the sound reverberating even through your own body from the close contact. “A sight I would die for.”

“Please don’t die on me now,” you whined and slightly wriggled underneath him. Despite your efforts, Jaehyeong didn’t budge and just laughed even harder than before. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes while a smile spread from one side to the other on your own face until quiet giggles erupted from your throat.

Without you noticing it, you relaxed under him. Your tensed muscles relaxed, your mind calmed and you nearly felt comfortable despite being naked. Therefore you got even more surprised feeling his hand cupping your core.

Jaehyeong didn’t even do much, just pressing his palm against your folds while giving you chaste kisses along your body. He gave you time to get to know this feeling, changing the pressure now and then but never focusing solely on it. Pushing himself up on one arm, he captured your lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

You gasped, eyes wide in surprise, when one of his fingers suddenly entered you. He didn’t move it though, letting you adjust to the feeling. It wasn’t foreign to you, just unexpected and almost forgotten after a long time of abstinence. You carefully clenched around his finger, getting used to it quickly. A moan broke out of your throat the minute Jaehyeong moved his finger in a come hither motion.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, Jaehyeong placed another kiss there. “I love it when you moan.”

“I can moan more?” You asked, guessing it would please him more.

Jaehyeong shook his head quickly. “Don’t moan for my sake. Those little sounds must be earned and I’ll make sure to earn them.” His voice was raspy and you involuntarily clenched even harder around his finger, whimpering slightly in need.

He smirked slightly going back down with a trail of kisses along your skin, all while slowly pumping that one finger inside of you.

You closed your eyes, head falling back, relishing in that feeling. Electricity ran through your veins, building up in your stomach with each passing second. Your breath hitched every now and then, whenever his fingertip brushed over the rough patch inside of you. You basically melted underneath his ministrations, loving the tingling wherever he touched you.

It wasn’t until you felt something evenly hot enveloping your clit that your eyes shot back open. This feeling was foreign and definitely new. Another shock was sent through your body, making you twitch and whimper. Your heartbeat sped up while your breathing got more and more shallow. Your mind ran a mile a minute, anxiety spiking within you from the unknown territory you just entered.

The minute your mind finally caught up with your body, you tensed. “Jaehyeong”, you breathed barely audible, your eyes flicking around the area restlessly, “Jaehyeong? Please.”

He hummed lowly, making you shudder even more. 

You swallowed hard. “Please.” Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. “Don’t. Apples! Apples! Apples!” You shot up and pushed him away, closing your legs quickly in the process.

Jaehyeong froze at the end of the mattress, both hands in the air to show you he wouldn’t harm you. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried and pulled your legs up to your chest, completely sure you just ruined everything.

“Don’t be. Everything’s alright! I overstepped a boundary and you stopped it. No hard feelings, okay?” Jaehyeong reassured you, observing you from the spot he sat at, not daring to move closer to you. “We can stop right here, okay? Tell me what you want.”

You sniffed slightly and shook your head violently, his suggestion to stop hurting even more than you thought.

“I need you to tell me what you want, love. I won’t move an inch unless I get an okay from you.”

“Could.. could you hug me? Please.”

Jaehyeong immediately crawled towards you and pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tightly against his chest. “I’m so sorry, love”, he whispered against your neck, “I should have made myself more clear.”

For a while you just sat within his embrace, your ear pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I got scared”, you whispered, staring aimlessly into the dark.

“I know, it’s okay.” Jaehyeong rubbed small circles against your bare back, trying to ease your worry.

“I have never been eaten out.” 

Jaehyeong hummed in understanding, hugging you even closer to him now.

“It didn’t feel bad though”, you admitted meekly, glancing up to him quickly, “just strange. And then the fear started.”

“Fear of what?”

“Taste, smell, the stubbles annoying you. I got overwhelmed, sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s alright.” Jaehyeong mumbled, rocking the both of you from side to side. “Though I can reassure you I’d never do something I don’t like. Still, I appreciate your worries about me.” He smiled gently, placing a kiss on your temple. “I’m glad you used the safeword.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I didn’t notice that you got uncomfortable. And that you used the safeword just means you trust me to stop. This trust you’re showing me means the world to me. I love you so much, Y/N, so so much.”

“You’re not mad that I stopped you?” You asked and turned around to look at him.

“Of course not.” He placed another kiss on your forehead and smiled gently. “And should it ease your mind in any way, I think you taste delicious.”

You groaned and hit him lightly while hiding your face with your heating cheeks in his chest. You stayed like this, concentrating on his heartbeat and his calming scent. You needed this to stop overthinking again. Especially the fact that Jaehyeong held you close to him and didn’t get angry with you nor tried to talk you into continuing.

Slowly your mind drifted away from your fears, focusing on everything at hand instead. The warmth that seeped from his chest towards you, the still slightly erect bulge in his boxers, the comforting circles he drew on your arm, how Jaehyeong basically covered your naked body and the increasing wetness between your legs as soon as you thought about the situation.

Though how did you tell him you wanted to continue? While thinking over your options you started to follow the outline of his chest muscles with your index finger. Goosebumps erupted on his skin and you could see his dick involuntarily twitch within his boxers. You bit on your lower lip, tracing his muscles further down until your finger reached the waistband. You looked up, seeing that Jaehyeong had closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in concentration. He exhaled shakily, leaning his forehead against your temple.

“I still want you.”

His eyes shot open again, searching your face for something. As if he wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. “What?”

You cupped his cheek with a shy smile. “I still want you.” With that you stretched yourself a little to kiss him.

Still stunned from your sentence, it took Jaehyeong a moment to react. As soon as his mind caught up to your words and actions he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. Your fingers ran through his hair, locking behind his neck, while Jaehyeong lowered the both of you down on the mattress. Without breaking the kiss one of his hands wandered along your body. He gently parted your legs and positioned himself between them.

Getting impatient, your fingers scratched lightly down his back until they reached the waistband again, tugging at it. You carefully pulled them down as far as you could. Once you struggled to pull them further due to the length of your arms, Jaehyeong broke the kiss and finished what you started.

He didn’t wait long to lean back over you and kiss you. One hand held him up, while the other roamed over your body. 

You noticed how he hesitated to move his hand further down or in general remotely near your entrance. “Please touch me,” you whined and wriggled your hips from side to side to underline your statement.

Jaehyeong looked down once, back to your face and down again. Inch by inch his hand moved closer to your folds, his fingertips almost teasingly ghosting over your skin. Once his hand reached your entrance, Jaehyeong groaned quietly, feeling how wet you were. He slid two fingers with ease into you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. For just a minute Jaehyeong took all of you in. How you laid underneath him, how your walls ever so slightly clenched around his fingers, how he could even hear your wetness, how your chest rose and fell with every breath you took, how your hair splayed on the pillow, how you had your eyes closed but your lips parted and how you scrunched your nose slightly whenever he hit that one spot inside of you.

You opened your eyes, feeling your boyfriend staring at you. You raised an eyebrow in question and bit on your lower lip, trying to hide your smile.

A huge smile spread on Jaehyeong’s face as soon as your eyes connected. He closed the gap between you and kissed you once again. “I love you”, he mumbled against your lips between two sloppy kisses. “You ready to go further?”

You nodded, pecking his lips quickly, before answering him. “Yes, please.”

Jaehyeong nodded in confirmation as well, pushing himself up and leaning to his bedside table. He opened one drawer and rummaged through it until he found what he was searching for. Sitting back on the mattress, Jaehyeong tried to open the little package. 

Seeing his struggle due to the slickness of his fingers, after they’ve been inside of you, you sat up as well, deciding to help him. You pried the package out of his fingers and opened it quickly, pulling the condom out. “May I?” You asked, waving the condom slightly in front of you.

Jaehyeong gulped visibly before he nodded. He placed his hands on his thighs, waiting patiently for you to slide the condom on his dick. He followed your movements with his eyes, though it still didn’t prepare him for the rush of lust pulsing through him the second your fingers encased his dick. 

You saw his stomach muscles flexing and heard Jaehyeong exhaling audibly. Feeling somehow empowered by his reaction, you dared to give his dick a few pumps. The tips of your thumb and middle finger barely touched each other while they glided over his long shaft. Completely engulfed, your thumb slowly traced one prominent vein on his dick until it reached the head, where precum already leaked. You drew circles over his head, smearing the precum a little further.

Only the deep groan and how Jaehyeong threw his head back got you out of your little bubble. You quickly placed the condom on the tip of his dick, slowly unrolling it while you leaned forward and placed sloppy kisses along Jaehyeong’s jawline.

Jaehyeong cursed under his breath and placed one hand behind your head, pulling you closer and kissing you roughly. He pushed against you with the kiss until you were on your back again. 

Despite the kiss being rough, he almost gently rocked his hips so his hard dick slid along your wet heat. 

You moaned and whimpered whenever he brushed against your clit, arching your back to feel more. “Please, Jaehyeong, I need you inside of me,” you already panted from the kiss, your lips feeling sensitive even. 

“Okay.” Jaehyeong confirmed and adjusted his position. He leaned on one hand, grabbing one of yours to lock fingers with you. He then changed sides and leaned on his arm where he held your hand, helping with his free hand to line his dick up with your entrance. Squeezing your hand, he pushed slowly inside of you.

You barely heard him groan over your own moaning as soon as he entered you. It didn’t hurt, just the feeling of his dick rubbing along your walls was enough for your lust to spike. 

Jaehyeong stilled over you momentarily, panting lightly. With his eyes closed he stayed a few more seconds in the same position before he opened them again and leaned down to catch your lips in a soft kiss.  While kissing you he slowly started to roll his hips, thrusting into you with each roll.

A thin sheen of sweat formed on your bodies, glistening gently in the moonlight. Both of you started to pant heavier with each passing second.

Jaehyeong still held one of your hands while his other hand trailed the curve of your body down to your clit. He pressed one finger against it, circling it a little.

You clenched around his dick and twitched slightly from the sudden electric bolt that shot through your body. The movement was accompanied by a surprised squeak coming from your mouth.

Jaehyeong intensified the pressure on your clit, while simultaneously speeding up his thrusts. 

As if your body was acting on its own you arched your back, moaning even louder than before. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and you grabbed Jaehyeong’s hand even harder than before. You didn’t even notice how your moans and whimpers not just increased in volume but in height too. Your only focus laid on the foreign feeling building inside of you. A ball of electricity formed inside of your stomach, pulsing and vibrating with every thrust into you and with every rubbed circle over your clit. You whimpered, wishing this ball would explode. Your whole body started to tremble. 

The second Jaehyeong leaned down and sucked on your nipple, biting on it teasingly, the ball exploded. You sucked in a loud breath, with your eyes wide open. You could feel how you clenched and twitched over and over again, white noise ringing through your ears and your gaze out of focus.

Only after Jaehyeong pulled out of you, you regained your senses, feeling suddenly empty. He pulled the condom off and knotted it tightly and discarded it in the bin. He then leaned back over you again, wiping a few strands of hair out of your face, just to kiss you once more. “Let’s clean up and then cuddle, okay?”

You nodded eagerly at the prospect of cuddles and ignored the tiredness creeping up your body and mind. You accepted the tissues Jaehyeong gave you and cleaned yourself up, throwing them in the bin your boyfriend held up for you.

As soon as Jaehyeong crawled back onto the mattress you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

Jaehyeong chuckled lowly, laying down beside you and pulling a blanket over your bodies. He placed a few more kisses along your shoulder before he fell back with a content sigh, wrapping both of his arms around you and holding you close. “I’m thinking about pancakes for breakfast tomorrow”, he suddenly mumbles sleepily, “with strawberries and chocolate syrup. Right after a nice long shower with you.”

“With me?”

“Yes, with you. Don’t laugh but I want to spend as much time with you like this as possible. And if you’re up for it, we’re going to need that shower.” He grinned and winked at you playfully.

“Only if you go and buy the strawberries, since we don’t have them here.” You teased back, pecking his lips with a sly smirk.

“Oh, come on. Let’s do that together.”

You laughed slightly and snuggled up to his chest. “Depending on the weather I’m going to think about it.” You felt serene, knowing your boyfriend was thinking about having sex with you again and still planning normal things like breakfast with you together. For once fear didn’t occupy your mind.

For once you didn’t have the urge to run away.

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—lee hajoon x reader —requested by myself 😂 —genre; high school au —number of words; 792 —request notes here!

Lee Hajoon. The name wasn’t popular or a name on everybody’s lips. But for you, the name was always in your head, stuck like glue. Sure he wasn’t perfect, but to you he was flawless.

Your boyfriend had always been soft spoken. He was timid and reserved, never spoke unless he needed. Your friends always wondered what you saw in him. Frankly, they never could see in him what you always do.

Because behind that quiet natured man was a massive heart; full of care and affection. He made you feel important and loved without even trying.

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon and the school gates had just opened. You sauntered through the gates, your friend Siyoung beside you. “I’m really craving for tteokbokki right now,” she whined.

You hummed a reply, eyes fixated on your phone. Siyoung’s eyebrows knitted together, and she crossed her arms over her chest, “I see someone’s busy.” Not paying any attention to her, you simply hummed again.

Siyoung scoffed, before nudging you cheekily. “Ya!”

Her shriek snapped you back to reality where you finally tore your eyes away from your phone. “What?” You uttered. She chuckled, “is Hajoon picking you up today?”

A sheepish smile grew on your lips and you nodded, “he’ll be out soon.” Being a grade above you, Hajoon’s class was a level above yours. In addition, Hajoon loved taking his time as he strolled out with his friends.

You were accustomed to it however. Plus he’d never make you wait too long. You noticed Siyoung looking around then. “Isn’t Haejin supposed to be here by now?” She wondered.

Haejin was another friend of yours, albeit in a different class, the three of you were pretty close friends. And Siyoung was right. Haejin should have already been there with you.

You found yourself taking steps forward and glancing around in a feeble attempt to find your friend. That’s when you heard it. A loud sobbing, and the distinct masculine voice sounding extremely vexed.

As you approached the alleyway next to your campus, you were greeted by the unpleasant scene. “What kind of girlfriend are you?” The guy you recognized as Haejin’s boyfriend, was pinning her against a wall with a arm beside her face.

Immediately you acted on instinct. “Hey!” You stormed up to the guy, shouting. Siyoung’s anxious voice mumbling a no was the last thing you heard as the man and Haejin both turned to look at you.

“Who’s this? One of your many brainless friends trying to help you?” He laughed. That only made your blood boil even more. “Hey, you leave Haejin alone!” You jabbed a finger at him.

Haejin weakly called your name, “you don’t have to-”

“I’m not leaving you here with this rat!” You cut her off, glaring at the guy. Even as he approached you with a smirk across his face, you didn’t feel scared at all; you just wanted your friend safe.

He stopped a little too close for comfort, and you could feel Siyoung tugging at your sleeve. “Look at you trying to act like some hero,” he lifted a hand to grip your chin.

You swiped his hand away aggressively. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You hissed. But the guy remained unfazed. “Or you’ll do what?” He leaned closer to you, brushing a stray hair off your face.

Before you could even react, the guy was dragged backwards and you heard the repulsive sound of bones cracking as he was punched right in the face.

You watched as Woosung, a friend of Hajoon’s, held him back from laying another punch on the guy. “Lay another finger on my girlfriend and you’re dead meat,” he snapped.

He sounded completely and utterly irate; even you were taken aback. The guy wiped the blood from his lip as he stood up. He stared down at Hajoon, about to say something. But Woosung held up a hand, “I think you should leave.”

By then Haejin, Siyoung and Hajoon’s other friends, Jaehyeong and Dojoon, were there too. The guy glanced around him before scoffing and finally, turning on his heel in the opposite direction.

Hajoon hurried over to you, “are you okay?” His voice was soft and gentle, and concern was evident in his voice. He cupped your face gingerly, reading your eyes for any signs of distress.

Slowly, your lips curled into a smile. “I’m fine now,” you replied and pulled him in for a hug. He returned the embrace, resting his chin on your head as a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Never in a million years would you change him for anything; because he was already perfect to you. He loved you and you loved him. He was your guardian angel. He was yours.