yongvillage

[yongvillage]

meee :3

[yongvillage]

[yongvillage]

Hello, I was wondering if u could wrote something really intimate with a possessive Jaehyun ? Miss him so much 🖤

Back to sleep (M)

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), big dick jaehyun, the use of the word 'daddy' once (pls don't cringe it just felt right), unprotected sex, breeding kink

A/N: def enjoyed writing this req cuz I miss his fine ass too. Hope you enjoy 🤍🤍

Jaehyun kisses your neck, hands snaking around your waist underneath the white covers. The sunlight peaks through the blinds, hitting your face in the most perfect manner. You still smell like flowers from the night before, the scent of your perfume mixing with the salty ocean air flowing through the windows.

He feels like he could melt into your skin. You're as soft as a pillow, he just can't help but grip your skin a little tight, but not too tight. His lips linger on every spot he kisses for just a few seconds, soaking in every bit before he moves on. He doesn't know it, but you're already half awake enjoying every moment of this silently.

He slowly slips his hands up your chest, fondling your breast all while leaving wet kisses along your shoulder, his pretty soft moans escaping on your skin. “Y/N, wake up,” he whispers.

You let out a soft laugh, making him smile on your skin. “Good morning,” he whispers in your ear. “You look so pretty when you sleep.”

You lift your hand, placing it on top of his already touching your chest. Jaehyun bites his lip softly, feeling you push your ass in his hips, furthermore smothering his hard on. The man feels like he's in a dream, the way you turn, eyes half open as you stare at him still trying to fully wake yourself. He just can't help himself, immediately lifting himself off your shoulder and onto your lips, kissing you in the softest most sensual way possible.

“Good morning,” you said, voice groggy. “At least let me brush first.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. He's got that look in his eyes that means he's not planning on letting you get up from the bed for a while. You feel him move his hand from your chest silently, finger tracing down your stomach all the way between your legs.

You don't stop him when he dips a finger into your pussy, lips grazing your ear. “I'm sorry, I just can't help myself,” he mumbles. You're not looking at him but you can tell he's smiling.

You place your hand over his, pressing your back onto his naked chest, his rapid heartbeat on your back. Jaehyun rubs your clit slowly, pressing his fingers into you. You turn your head, brows slightly furrowed at the butterflies in your stomach. He wastes no time capturing your lips in a deep kiss, tongue instantly on yours. You remove your hand from his, reaching back, wanting to jerk him off, but he shook his head.

“Don't worry about me,” he said almost in a whisper. “You'll get that soon I promise.” He kisses you one more time before going back to your neck. Jaehyun kisses down your body slowly, wet kisses trailing down your side until he moves you, laying you on your back. You can tell where this was headed just by how he stared at you through his bangs.

“Baby please,” you sighed softly. “Let me shower.”

“Fuck no.” Jaehyun kisses your stomach, licking the skin as he prys your legs open. “God you're so perfect.” His body towers above yours, eyes blown with desire as he licks your chest, nipples in his mouth almost instantly. Jaehyun is so lost in your body, eyes closed as he flicks his tongue on the soft bud.

“That feels good hm?” Jaehyun stares up at you, your expressions and noises making him melt in your skin. “Keep making those noises for me princess.”

You felt like you were being punished and rewarded all the same time. He knows your body better than you do, knows what you want to hear, what you want to feel. He's your soulmate and you wouldn't have it any other way.

He moves down your body, shifting under the covers in the king-size bed. You watch as he disappears between your legs. Jaehyun kisses the inside of your thighs, nipping at the skin making you jump. “God I missed this so much,” he mumbled on your skin.

“You ate me out last night,” you giggle softly.

"And I couldn't wait to do it again." He kisses your clit, licking the bud of nerves right after. Jaehyun wrapped his lips around the bud, sucking it. His eyes were piercing as he stared at yours, your body immediately beginning to tremble from the intense pressure. Releasing your clit with a small pop, he guides the hot muscle along your pussy, licking a long stripe collecting your slick on his tongue.

He feels your hands move the blanket from his head, allowing you to see more of his beautiful face. He continues to lick you all over, making you moan more and more. He's so obsessed with you, the way you lay there sleepily eyes still droopy from waking up. Jaehyun knows no one will ever make you feel as good as he does even when he's not even trying.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbles. He reaches up, your hand instantly interlocking with his.

“Jaehyun, it feels so good,” you whimper softly. Your other hand ends up on his head, pushing it forward as you begin to move your hips. Jaehyun is staring at you, almost intoxicated on you, enjoying every moment of being at your mercy.

He keeps his tongue on your clit, moving his other hand between your legs. Jaehyun easily slips two fingers in you, your pussy squeezing around the digits. “Fuck,” you gasp.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers. “My pretty girl. All mine, right?”

“Yes baby,” you moan softly. Jaehyun fingers you slowly but that only amplifies the pressure building in your stomach.

“And this pussy belongs to me right?” You nod fast, whining louder when he fingers you faster. Jaehyun redirects his attention to your clit, tongue flicking the bud with a smirk on his face.

The air blowing in from the ocean mixed with the air in the room, the smell of salt and sex mixed hitting your nose sending a nice zing up your spine. He pounds his fingers into you, every ounce of self control beginning to disappear with every whine and whimper you let out.

“Oh my God,” you moan, throwing your head back. “Feels so fucking good. Keep going, just like that.”

Jaehyun kept his same pace, lips locked around the sensitive bud sucking softly. He could feel your walls behind him tightening around his digits, body beginning to tremble under his touch. Jaehyun knows your body too well, knows you're about to cum right on his fingers.

He feels your hands rake through this hair, a strong grip on the brown locks as you hold his other hand tight. Jaehyun fingers piston in you, the sound of your pussy squelching loud in his ears. “Keep grinding baby, you can do it. Cum for me,” he says softly, eyes locked on yours.

Your hips are moving on their own, jaw dropped as soft moans and whines fall from your mouth. “Fuck, oh my god…” The grip on his hand tightens when your orgasm hits you. That euphoric feeling filling your body. Jaehyun pulls his fingers out, staring at them with stars in his eyes.

You watch him suck his fingers cleans then immediately moving on to your soaking wet cunt, lapping up your cum like it's the last time he'll taste you.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles. “I am so lucky to have you.” Jaehyun lifts himself up, crawling on top of you. You look so pretty under him, the thin layer of sweat on your face, lips wet and bruised from both you and him biting them.

His cock is hard, thick and long against his stomach. The tip is angry and red dripping with precum, contrast to his soft words and touches. Jaehyun loves the way you gawk. You've been with him for so long, but it still makes you excited and nervous. But aside from your lustful expression, a drained expression consumes you.

“Are you tired princess?”

You nod, lids low in lust. “If you loved me, you'd fuck me back to sleep.”

You didn't have to tell him twice. Jaehyun climbs onto you, falling onto his side. You turn your body to face him, breast pressed against his chest when he wrapped his arms around your waist. His breath is ragged, too gone to reel himself back in.

“Gonna fuck this pussy good, don't worry,” he mumbles, words almost slurred fighting against his excitement. Jaehyun lifts your leg, throwing it over his body. You're impatient and too tired to want to take things slow, so you reach between your bodies, taking his cock and lining it with you. Jaehyun pushes his tip in, a gasp leaving his lips.

“Jesus,” he moaned breathlessly. “You're all mine. All mine baby.”

“All yours.” You cup his cheek, kissing his face while he bottoms in you, splitting you open. Jaehyun thrust in you slowly, too afraid of cumming too early.

He's so deep inside you, his cock rubbing against every ridge inside you making your head spin. You kiss him soft, lips lingering on him as you breath heavily. Jaehyun's hand is tight on your waist, trembling with energy as he drags his cock in and out of you. But his self control can only last so long. He begins to thrust faster, the need for more friction starting to take over.

“Jae,” you whine softly, brows furrowing. “So deep..”

“I know baby, I know,” he coos. His deep voice rings through your ears. The slow pace feels good, too good, but you need more and he could tell. Without a word he pulls out, leaving you empty for a second before he gets in front of you. Jaehyun sheaths himself inside you quickly, pushing your legs up knees to your chest.

The sensation is too great to even make a noise, the moment he begins to drill into you, you go slack jawed. Your hands hold the back of your knees accompanying his hands on your thighs. He pounds into you, the sound of your wet cunt hits his ears making him grin.

“You like my cock so much don't you?” His voice is rough and raspy, breath staggered.

A feeble “Uh huh” is all you could let out, not being able to form the proper words. “Just like that, fuck,” you whimper.

“Anything for you baby. My pretty baby. You're made for me, just for me.. Shit, oh my gosh.” Jaehyun can't stop rambling. He's completely fucked out of his mind. The sensation of your tight wet pussy has him lost, the pleasure fogging his brain a bit too much for his comfort. But he likes feeling lost in you.

“Come here, kiss me daddy.”

Jaehyun lets his body fall, one arm holding himself up, the other wrapping around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him deep and hard, your moans spilling into his mouth every time he hits your sweet spot. You held onto him like your life depended on it, nails starting to dig into the back of his neck.

“Who do you belong to,” he says between gritted teeth.

“You.”

“Good girl. Fuck baby I'm so close,” he groans. “Gonna cum so deep in this pussy. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

You nod fast, whimpers being the only sound you can make at this point. Jaehyun watches your eyes roll back, head slowly falling back as you let out a guttural moan. “I'm cumming Jaehyun.”

“Let go for me babygirl, cum all over this dick.” Jaehyun keeps pounding you, your walls getting tighter and tighter around him. He loves watching you cum, the way your body trembles and the cries you let out are like heaven to him, but he can't stop. He has to cum, he has to breed you. Jaehyun thrust even faster, chasing the high he's been waiting for since the moment he woke up.

“Gonna breed this pussy, gonna make you mine.” Jaehyun's eyes are screwed shut now, fucking you so deep the only thing you can see is stars. You've gone from quiet moans to loud, tired whimpers, begging for more but overstimulated at the same time. “Gonna put a baby inside you princess. You want that?”

“Y-yes put a baby in me,” you whine in his neck.

His grip on your waist gets more intense, shaky groans pouring into your ears when he cums deep inside you. The warm feeling fills you up, providing both of you with a sense of relief. And you kiss him, deep and hard the taste of his sweat hitting your lips onto your tongue.

Jaehyun fully collapsed on top of you, heaving as he buried his face in your neck. He lets a moment of silence pass, taking in the moment appreciating the closeness of your hot bodies. That's when he remembers where exactly you two are. In a beach house, windows open, the smell of the ocean hitting his nose once again mixed with the smell of both your bodies intertwined.

“I love you so much,” he whispers, listing his head when faced with your peaceful expression. You fell asleep. Your pretty lips slightly parted, face still glistening with sweat, arms still around his neck, and cock still inside you. And he could lay with you like this for ages.

The man chuckles softly, trying not to wake you from your slumber, but that's easy because soon enough he passes out right along with you.

[yongvillage]

ever since i was a little girl i’ve always known i’m a big fan of alone time

[yongvillage]

would u guys judge if i wrote jaehyun foot fetish fic (ouu alliteration) … 🫣

[yongvillage]

im screaming this is so good

unconditional. (m)

pairing: boyfriendsdad!jaehyun x afab!reader

words: 4.4k+

summary: the attraction you feel towards your boyfriend’s father is just a silly little crush… right?

genre: smut

warnings: morally corrupt jaehyun and reader, fingering, daddy kink, kitchen sex, bigdick!jaehyun, spanking, spitting, breeding kink, overstimulation, blowjob

You wish you could say that you and Sungchan were a match made in heaven.

Your relationship began like a fairytale, with late night conversations over the phone and a bouquet of flowers greeting you at the door nearly every weekend. Sungchan was such a gentleman that you couldn’t believe he was real. You raved to all your friends about him, telling them you’d be married by the end of the year.

As time went on, however, the spark you once had began to die out.

You knew you were torturing yourself by extending the relationship longer, unwilling to let go. You had grown close to his family, becoming almost a permanent fixture in his life. So after four years, you were pretty set on seeing this all the way through simply for the convenience of it all.

“Look at you two! So cute, I hope we see a ring on this lovely lady’s finger by next year,” Sungchan’s aunt coos, pinching your cheek while you smile tightly.

Sungchan’s arm tightens around your waist. “We’ll see.”

Family events are nothing new to you, but for some reason, this year feels a little more empty. You used to glance around and feel warmth bloom in your chest, but now, standing besides your boyfriend who’s started to distance himself, you want to go home and forget this even happened.

You find solace in the kitchen, sighing as you pour yourself another cup of eggnog. You eye the bottle of vodka next to it, silently dumping a healthy amount into your glass.

“Slow down there, tiger.”

A chuckle comes from your right, and you look to the side to see Sungchan’s father, Jaehyun. He grins as he takes the alcohol from you, twisting the cap and raising an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so worked up? Usually I’m the one being berated out there during the holidays.”

You laugh at him. Jaehyun’s always welcomed you with open arms ever since Sungchan first brought you home to meet him. He was so sweet that it made you understand why Sungchan said his father had to fight off women constantly. When Sungchan’s mother left the picture, you’re certain that Jaehyun’s phone blew up with endless requests from the beautiful single women in his life.

Still, despite this, Jaehyun’s never had a serious relationship since you’ve known him.

You asked Sungchan about it, but your boyfriend would shrug, stating that his father would wait an eternity for the right woman to come along.

“I’m a little on edge, I guess,” you reply, bashful that your boyfriend’s father caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. “Work has me spinning cartwheels for them.”

He nods in understanding. “Sungchan told me you got a promotion recently. I’m glad they’ve finally caught on to your potential.”

You flush at the praise. Sungchan hasn’t even congratulated you once, only relieved that you stopped complaining about not feeling appreciated. Your late night talks where you would share your hopes and dreams with your partner are a thing of the past.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeong,” you say.

He shakes his head. “I told you to stop calling me that. Makes me feel like an old man. Jaehyun is just fine.”

You giggle, ignoring the butterflies that swarm your stomach. “Thank you, Jaehyun.”

After dodging a few more conversations of you and Sungchan’s inevitable engagement, you retire to his childhood bedroom together. He exhales as he scrolls through his phone, one hand resting underneath his neck as he leans against the headboard.

“I’m going to play soccer with a few of my cousins tomorrow,” he remarks, not bothering to glance up at you.

You nod, well past the point of waiting for him to ask you if you want to join. “Okay. Sounds fun.”

As you lay in bed, huddled to the farthest edge of the mattress while a few pillows are stuffed between you and Sungchan, you’re consumed by the thought that you’re wasting your good years away in this doomed relationship. You sigh when you realize you won’t be slipping off to dreamland any time soon, pulling yourself out of bed and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

You’re surprised to see the lights still on, wondering if Jaehyun forgot to switch them off before retreating to bed. You receive your answer when you spot him sitting on the island, nursing a glass of wine.

“Did the family really tick you off that badly?”

He laughs when you enter, licking his lips. “I think I’m past the age where I need to explain my relationship status to relatives over sixty-years-old.”

You shrug, occupying the barstool next to him. “And I think I’m past the age where I need to explain why I’m not engaged yet to relatives over sixty-years-old. I’m always proven wrong.”

“You and Sungchan are far too young to be planning something so serious. They should give you a break,” he says as he rises to retrieve another glass for you, pouring until the red liquid fills up halfway.

“It’s tradition, I guess. Once you pass the four year mark, they say you should start dreaming about a huge ball gown and dresses for your bridesmaids.”

He raises an eyebrow. “But you don’t?”

You don’t want to start discussing your troubles with your boyfriend’s dad. It’s crossing a line you’re certain is written into law somewhere.

You brush it off. “Sometimes I do.”

The conversation lulls into a comfortable silence. Your nails tap against your wine glass, taking small sips of the drink even though you’d prefer something stronger at this point. Jaehyun opens his mouth to speak, and you think he’s going to excuse himself to go to bed, but instead he murmurs, “You and Sungchan haven’t been happy for a while. I can see it. You used to come over with starry eyes and clutch onto his arm until I thought it would fall off.”

You smile tightly. “We’re going through a rough patch.”

His lips flatten into a thin line when he replies, “If the spark is gone, there’s no use in reviving it. You’re beating a dead horse. I learned that lesson with Sungchan’s mother.”

Sungchan hasn’t spoken much about his parents separating. All he told you was that his mother was unhappy, and she and Jaehyun got pregnant too young to actually explore what life has to offer. It was an amicable divorce, and Sungchan was already about to enter college so it hadn’t impacted his life much.

His mother is barely around now, flying across the world and getting the chance to see what she couldn’t in her twenties. Sungchan and her call every Sunday, and you’ve only spoken to her once or twice over video.

“I-I want to love him. I want to love him as much as I used to,” you confess in a small voice. “We used to be so happy and I know we could be like that again if we tried.”

Jaehyun swallows. “Change is hard, I know, but you’re a beautiful girl. You’re dedicated to your work and any guy in this world would be lucky even to get a chance to speak with you. My son hasn’t appreciated your talents in a long time.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, downing the rest of the contents in your glass. “I shouldn’t even be speaking about this with you! You’re his father, and- and-”

“And what?” He whispers, inching closer to you until you realize you’re only centimeters apart. “Just because I’m his father means I can’t recognize how extraordinary my son’s girlfriend is?”

The tension in the room wraps around your throat, tethering you to the man you once believed would become your father-in-law. You wish you could say it’s the alcohol clouding your judgment, but you’ve thought about having Jaehyun like this since the day you met him.

“Jaehyun,” you say, eyelashes fluttering. “We shouldn’t.”

“I’ve waited so long for the perfect woman to come along. Imagine my surprise when she walks through the door, hand in hand with my own son,” he chuckles. “The irony of it all.”

Your breath quickens, nearly about to deny him again before his lips collide with yours. Your hands fly up to his face, cradling his jaw while his tongue searches the inside of your mouth. His hands snake around your thighs, moving you until you’re straddling him on the kitchen barstool.

Knowing how wrong it is for you to be kissing your boyfriend’s father only spurs you on even more. You don’t know if that makes you a bad person, but you’re too lost in Jaehyun to comprehend the result of your actions right now.

“Jaehyun,” you moan. “We should stop.”

“Tell me you want to and I’ll listen,” he says when he trails kisses down your neck. Your hips subconsciously roll against him when his teeth sink into your flesh, marking you as his. “Tell me to stop.”

But you keep your protests to yourself, joining your mouths again in a fervent kiss. You haven’t felt passion like this since your first date with Sungchan. The electricity between you and Jaehyun bounces off the walls, buzzing in your veins until you’re drunk on him.

His fingers ghost over the waistband of your pajama shorts, tip toeing on the edge while waiting for you to give him the green light. You’re just about to tell him to take you when a thud echoes upstairs, forcing you apart.

You gasp, your mind clearing from the fog. “Oh my God,” you murmur, climbing off his lap. You comb your fingers through your hair and step away from him.

He calls your name gently. “Wait-”

“This is wrong. We should have never done this. I- I- I need to go.”

You dart out of the kitchen and back up the stairs, lips still tingling from Jaehyun’s touch.

—

“Uh, I’m heading out now. Are you going to stay in bed?”

You can’t look Sungchan in the eye, digging your face into the pillow as you nod. He doesn’t prod any further and you eventually hear the door click shut. You peek your head out to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

It’s approaching noon and you still haven’t risen from your spot, afraid of facing Jaehyun downstairs.

You know you’ll have at least some family members present to act as a buffer, but guilt creeps up your throat at the thought of what you did last night.

Your boyfriend’s father? That’s a new low, even for you.

Of course, Jaehyun is exceedingly handsome and beyond your wildest dreams, but you should hold some loyalty to your boyfriend of four years. He’s the man you’re supposed to marry, and you’re not sure how you’re going to face him after nearly riding his father.

Your bladder drags you out of bed, and you praise the heavens when you hear loud chatter occurring downstairs. Maybe you’ll get lost in the mix and before you know it, Sungchan and you will be departing for the evening with no mention of how attracted you are to Jaehyun.

“There she is,” Sungchan’s aunt laughs when you sit down on the living room couch. “We thought you had disappeared! I knew there was no way you joined those rowdy boys for a game on the field.”

You smile politely. “Not really my thing. It was just so warm under the covers that it made it hard for me to leave.”

She leans over to pat your hand. “Now that my nephew’s run off, why don’t you tell me the real reason why you two aren’t engaged yet? Why, you’re perfect for one another! A match made in heaven!”

A gruff call of your name echoes from your right, and you tense when you turn to see Jaehyun standing there.

“Can you come help me prepare lunch in the kitchen?”

“Oh, Jaehyun,” Sungchan’s aunt says with a roll of her eyes. “I was just getting quality time with her.”

He grits his teeth, jaw clenched as he stares at you. A strike of arousal burns through your core at the anger looming behind his expression. “You can speak with her later.”

You excuse yourself, tail tucked between your legs as you follow him into the kitchen. You’re startled when Jaehyun actually begins to take out the ingredients from the fridge needed to make lunch, handing you a cutting board and a knife to start chopping up vegetables.

He switches on the oven when he says, “Did you want me to forget about last night?”

You almost slip and cut off your own finger, swallowing as you reply, “W-What?”

He leans against the sink, hands folded across his chest as he gazes at you. The lust swirling in his eyes is enough to give him away to anyone walking by, and your doe-eyed expression isn’t helping your case of passing this off as a platonic relationship.

“If you want to forget about last night, say the word and I won’t mention it again.”

You chew on your lower lip. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I want, Jaehyun.”

He glances towards the entryway, ensuring the rest of his family are still mingling in the living room, not bothered by whatever is happening in here. He slowly circles around the island until he’s right beside you, hands inching towards your waist.

He whispers, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Jaehyun-”

His grip tightens. “Because I was dreaming about tasting you the whole night. Had to fuck myself into my fist to find some relief.”

Your breath quickens. Your nails skirt over his abdomen, mouth watering at the visual of him laying in bed, one hand wrapped firmly around his length while thinking of you. You arch into his touch, core pulsating as his name leaves your lips.

“Jaehyun, I want-”

“What’s for lunch, dad?”

You spring away from Jaehyun, barely able to contain your shock when Sungchan casually walks into the room. You quickly preoccupy yourself with cutting the vegetables like you were meant to while Jaehyun smiles as if he wasn’t about to pounce on you.

“Kimbap. And I'm warming up the leftover pie from last night,” Jaehyun replies to your boyfriend. Sungchan has sweat dripping from his forehead, not bothering to look at you as he combs the fridge for a glass of water. “How was the game?”

“Same old, same old. Donghyuck has gotten dirtier than usual with his tricks,” Sungchan replies when he turns around. His eyebrows raise at you. “Oh, hey, babe. Didn’t know you were in here.”

“Just helping your dad,” you say with a forced smile. “Did you want me to add some tuna to your kimbap?”

He nods, rounding the island to kiss you softly on the forehead. “Perfect. Thanks, babe.”

When he leaves, you shut your eyes tightly. “We can never do that again.”

“Meet me here tonight.”

Your jaw drops. “We’re leaving tonight with everyone else-”

He steps forward, cornering you as one hand grips your hip, tugging your leg until it curls around him. He hovers over you, pushing his hardened member directly against your clothed core.

“Tell him you want to stay another day. Tell him you’re not ready to return to normal life. Then come downstairs and wait for me here.”

“…Okay.”

—

Jaehyun will admit he’s a little sadistic.

Lusting after you was never part of his plan, but the moment you walked through his front door, he knew he wanted you. He had waited so long to find the perfect woman after Sungchan’s mother left. He didn’t resent her, knowing how their marriage was the only way to satisfy the pressure they faced by getting pregnant so young. He struggled to date afterwards, never understanding the right thing to say and shying away from the women who only wanted to get him into bed.

But you were perfect. He felt like a dirty old man crushing on you, even though you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

He would speak to you late at night when Sungchan’s already drifted off to sleep. At first, he could tell how much you loved his son and it made him keep his distance. You and Sungchan were inseparable, and he swore that Sungchan heard wedding bells whenever he looked at you.

Over time, however, Jaehyun noticed that the spark between you began to fade. You would dance around each other at family gatherings, pretending to chuckle when someone would ask you about your future wedding date. Sungchan never looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky anymore.

Jaehyun was convinced you would break up before the next holiday, but for some reason, you stayed together.

Not that Jaehyun was complaining since he got to see you, but this just made it that much harder to control himself around you.

He looks at himself in the mirror, wondering how far he’s willing to take this without telling Sungchan. But then his mind strays, picturing you waiting for him, riddled with anxiety over whether or not he plans to show. He pushes his darkest thoughts away, relieved when he spots the kitchen light burning brightly downstairs.

When he enters, you exhale, “He’s going to hate me forever.”

He treads over, lightly kissing the corner of your mouth. “No, he won’t. How could anyone ever hate you?”

He feels the thump of your pulse when he brushes his lips over your throat. His hands slither down until he’s cupping your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. Your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpering when his assault on your neck continues.

“J-Jaehyun-”

“I want you,” he groans, humping into you like a lovesick teenager. “I want to fucking ravage you all over this kitchen. I want to take you on every surface of this house so that I can think of you when you leave.”

You almost go limp in his arms at the confession. His resolve chips away when you lean in and whisper in his ear, “Take me then. Do your worst.”

The way you two move is messy, scrambling to rip each other’s articles of clothing off. He bends you over the kitchen counter, grunting when he pulls down your shorts and sees you bare for him.

“My son’s a fucking idiot,” he growls, running two fingers up your glistening petals. You shudder against his touch. “How can he keep his hands off of you? How can he not appreciate how perfect you are?”

You moan his name when he slides his digits into you with ease. He curls his fingers, watching your expression with lust clouding his vision. You’re everything he’s dreamed of, pretty and pliant and wet for him as small gasps fall from your lips.

He thrusts his fingers inside you, observing your body’s sensitivity to his actions.

“Haven’t been touched like this in a while, hm?” He asks while you blubber, barely able to catch your breath. “A pretty girl like you should be worshiped. He should be on his fucking knees for you every night until you’re begging for him to offer you a break. Call in sick just so he can fuck you the way you want.” You squeak when his other hand collides roughly against your ass. “But maybe you should be punished for being a bad girl. Look at you bending over for your boyfriend’s father.”

“Jaehyun,” you murmur, whining when he inserts another finger. “It feels so good.”

“I know it does,” he replies smugly, prideful in the fact that he’s the one making you feel this way. “You’re so tight. I don’t think I’m going to be able to fit my cock in this tiny pussy.”

“It’ll fit,” you whimper. “We’ll make it fit.”

He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw at how desperate you sound for him. All it takes is another curl of his fingers to have you clenching down around him, moaning as the band in your stomach snaps.

He’s fast to discard his pants, kicking them to the floor while running a hand up and down his length. You peer over your shoulder to assess his size, and his ego inflates when your eyes widen. He chuckles as he runs his tip over your slit, coating it in your wetness.

“Bigger than him?”

You swallow. “M-Much bigger.”

A sense of clarity strikes him. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

His mind wracks through ways of how fast he can run to the liquor store down the street, but he’s thrown for a curveball when you say, “That’s okay.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t slept with Sungchan in a long time and he’s the only person I’ve been with for the last four years. I’m clean,” you explain, blinking innocently at him. “A-Are you?”

He rubs circles over your hip assuredly. “I haven’t slept with anyone in years either and I always used a condom.”

You bite your lip. “Then please, Jaehyun. Fuck me raw.”

Jaehyun thinks he sees the gates of heaven when he pushes inside you. You’re so warm and wet for him, stretching you out until your walls hug his cock snugly. Your jaw drops as he continues to press in, mewling when he’s only halfway.

“Why are you so fucking big?” You question, jumping when his hand spanks your ass again.

“Why are you so fucking tight? Christ,” he swears. “I’m gonna blow my load before I get a chance to savor you.”

It’s hot and fast as soon as he rams in and out of your cunt. You’re so lost in each other that you forget all about Sungchan. He leans over to trace his tongue over your lips, sloppily mixing them together until saliva runs down your chin. He ruts into you until your hips slam against the counter, surely leaving you bruises in the morning.

You open your mouth for him to spit down your throat, and he batters into your pussy even harder when you swallow for him.

“You know what’ll happen when I cum inside this tight cunt, don’t you?” He snarls in your ear. “You know what’ll happen when I stuff you full until I’m dripping down your legs?”

You exhale, “You’re going to breed me.”

He grins, licking the shell of your ear. “That’s right. I’m going to breed this perfect pussy and show everyone who you belong to.”

It must be the thought of your stomach swollen with Jaehyun’s child that sends you over the edge. You gush around his length, thighs shaking while he continues to pound into you. He grunts when he watches his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy forming a creamy ring around his base.

“Please, Jaehyun, please. Want you to breed my little pussy. I need your cum so bad, daddy.”

It’s the last word that causes him to spiral. A string of moans leave his lips when he spurts ropes of white into you, shuddering as the most powerful orgasm overtakes him. He swears he cums for at least a minute, emptying himself until he pours out of your cunt.

You giggle. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard for me before.”

He kisses your cheek. “Then they clearly didn’t know what they were missing.”

You continue to fuck well into the night, careful to keep your noises to a minimum in fear of waking Sungchan. Jaehyun takes you in the living room, on the stairs, and in his bedroom. You’re doused in sweat and cum by the end of the night, bouncing on him as he observes you gasping for breath.

He spanks you roughly. “Come on. I know you can do better than that.”

You bite on your lip to prevent your loud whimpers from spilling out. “I-I’m so t-tired, daddy. I can’t do it anymore.”

Your thighs slap against his skin as you rotate your hips, and he can identify the exhaustion seeping through your bones. It’s already been hours since you started, and he knows he should let you rest before Sungchan wakes up.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, flipping you over gently and thrusting into you. “Let daddy do all the work, hm? Poor girl, I really wore you out, huh?”

“Daddy,” is all you’re able to reply with, especially when the pads of his fingers rub against your clit.

You squirm away from the oversensitivity, but he holds you in place firmly. “Take it all, baby. Take everything that daddy gives you like a big girl.”

He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face so he can burn this memory into his mind for later. The sight of you spread out so neatly for him on his bed, dazed and delirious from your numerous climaxes is what he saves for when he’s lonely and thinking of you. This is an image he never wants to forget.

“Can you cum for me one more time, baby?” He asks, frowning when you shake your head. “I thought you were a good girl?”

“T-Too m-much, daddy,” you gasp. “It’s t-too much.”

His eyes narrow, angling his hips and pushing in until he finds the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You spasm around him immediately, squirting over his cock and staining the sheets with your juices. Your body convulses from the force of the pleasure, and Jaehyun embraces you softly and coos in your ear until you regain your consciousness.

Your mouth drops open and he drops his knees on either side of you, pressing his cock between your lips. You suck eagerly, hollowing your cheeks out until he hits the back of your throat. He grunts, marveling at how well you take him before he cums on your tongue. You swallow every last drop, and he collapses on top of you as your limbs tangle together.

He hums, licking up the sweat on your neck. “Break up with him tomorrow. Then get your stuff and come back here.”

You laugh. “I need you to give me five business days until my body is ready to handle you again.”

He chuckles, digging his teeth into your skin playfully. “We don’t have to fuck. We can watch a movie, make dinner, lay in bed… I don’t care. I just want you here with me.”

Anxiety clouds your expression. “When people find out about us, they’ll make assumptions. No one is going to accept this easily.”

“That’s fine, I don’t give a fuck about them,” he replies casually, even though you both know that facing the music is going to become an upward trek. “Let’s just enjoy this moment together. I don’t want us to worry about Sungchan or my family’s judgment. Let’s be together and pretend we’re the only ones existing right now.”

So you and Jaehyun do exactly as promised, pushing away your real life problems in favor of falling for one another.

[yongvillage]

i shouldn’t be in social situations i should be in the dark

[yongvillage]

ⓘ jaehyun x reader

borderline alcoholic!jaehyun, food/drink play, dubcon (kinda)

wc 0.8k

a/n inspired by (18+ link). also i’ve never drank alcohol before so if you see something inaccurate or wtv just shhh 🤫 hehe

after years of drowning himself in alcohol, he’d built up a concerningly high tolerance, so jaehyun had found ways to make the intoxicating liquid fun again.

he’d start tame, so as not to scare you, and offer you just a sip while sitting on the couch with him at night. he knew you weren’t the most fond of whiskey, but he’d urge you to try.

when your face scrunches and turns away, he lets out a low chuckle, “bitter, huh?”

you nodded.

then, once you’d loosened up and straddled his lap, lazily riding him, he would take a sip, faux swallowing before leaning in to kiss you.

you whimper and push at his shoulders, but he kept you exactly where you were, cupping your face and spilling all the whiskey from his mouth to yours.

he pulled away, keeping your jaw closed with his large hand as he grinned, “swallow it, baby.”

your cheeks puff up with the liquid before swallowing, just as he’d told you.

he hums, satisfied, and let’s you set the pace for a bit, wanting the alcohol to really seep into your bloodstream.

finally, for his last act, and the one he’d fantasized about for the longest, jaehyun lifted you up by the back of your knees. he strode into the kitchen and laid you down on the counter despite your mumbled protests. the alcohol had made your body weaker than the usual.

he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of soju. he twists it open.

“j-jaehyun, hic, you’re gonna drink yourself to death…” you gurgled, staring up at the dimly lit kitchen ceiling as you heard his feet shuffle back to you.

he chuckles, “this isn’t for me, baby. it’s for you.”

before you can ask him what he means, you feel the cold lip of the soju bottle enter you.

you gasp as the carbonation sizzles inside you. your hips convulsed and you tried to push at his hands, but it was no use. your arms and hands felt like jelly, and jaehyun held your thighs firmly open.

“you don’t like it, doll? i bought an extra pack just for you,” he spoke, condescendingly sweet while his eyes focused in on the way your core pushed, then squeezed, and alternated between the two.

he shook the bottle, causing the neck of it to press in further, until only the bulbous base was left. he resisted the urge to push it into you even more, until the entire glass disappeared. the shaking made the liquor foam and bubble, gushing put of your swollen cunt.

“pl-please,” you sobbed as the pain got to be too much, each bubble popping against your gummy walls.

“please, what? you want a second bottle? such a greedy little thing,” he turned just a bit to scare you, to make you think that he was actually moving to go grab another bottle from the fridge. he laughs when you sob harder, your face completely flushed.

“n-no! no, s’enough…” you whimpered, feeling the bottle finally empty out as jaehyun circled it inside you.

“hmm, now when i take this out i want you to squeeze real tight, ‘kay princess?”

you hum, choking on a gasp as he pulls out the bottle. some drops dribble out, and jaehyun quickly cranes down to to attach his mouth to your entrance, sucking on your swollen hole and drinking the soju out of you.

your body writhes, or at least tries to. both his hold and the alcohol had made you immobile, so all that your body could manage were dazed mewls and moans.

jaehyun laps and licks at you, seemingly parched, until nearly his entire face was covered in a combination of your squirt and the soju, the tip of his nose poking against the hood of your clit and making you spasm.

he finally lifts his head, meeting your lidded gaze, “i should do this more often, hm? take you to the bar next time and let everyone have a turn. you’d be my little shaker.” he smirks and smacks your clit, causing your fragile body to jolt.

you mumble something and jaehyun leans forward to come closer to you. you can still see the lingering liquid by the way his lower face glistens.

“what was that, baby?”

“a-again,” you pant, “another bottle.”

jaehyun’s smirk grows into a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and he walks to the fridge again.

a heavy thud along with the clinking of glasses sounds right next to your ear; you turn to see the entire six pack on the counter.

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[yongvillage]

this little glamorized misogyny "joke" has run its course right. can we leave this corny demonic shit in 2023. it is done now. we've had enough.

[yongvillage]

fic readers love reading our shit until we drop a "thank you for the likes but can you please reblog and give us feedback?" post

yall see that and suddenly it's

[yongvillage]

Thigh riding with dom! haechan who is condescending sweet (praise/degradation)

ⓘ haechan x reader

praise & degradation, thigh riding, hitting

wc 0.3k

haechan had no intention of helping you, watching, amused, as you clung to his shirt and dug your core onto his thigh.

“y’having fun, baby?”

all that came out of your mouth was a gurgle. he laughed, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“ohhh, i get it now. you’re ignoring me,” he teased, grinning as he saw you mentally scramble to force yourself to speak, your hips speeding up.

“n-no, no… god, haechan, j-just,” you panted, clutching onto his shirt tighter, “fuck me already.”

he hums, pretending to actually give it some thought, “i don’t know, you seem to be feeling good like this.”

you shake your head fervently, on the verge of sobbing as your pussy ached and burned from the friction of his sweatpants. it didn’t feel good anymore, but haechan insisted on keeping you there.

“and you look so pretty, too,” he trailed his hand up your waist, finding your nipple and squeezing it, “how about you come first, then i’ll think about letting you ride me.”

you whimpered, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. he quickly grabs your jaw, pulling you back up.

“i said,” he tugs you forward so that your faced were nearly touching, “make yourself come first.”

your face was a mess, all sticky, coated in your own drool and tears, “c-can’t haech-“

“but you will, won’t you? you’re so dirty, princess, it’s what you do best.”

he spoke so definitively, and his hint of praise almost made your forget what exactly it was that he was asking you to do. a smack on your thigh reminds you, and you gain your momentum again.

he smiles, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, “that’s my girl, only the best for me, hm?”

“mhm,” you hum back, only wanting what’s best for your oh so kind boyfriend.

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[yongvillage]

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

[yongvillage]

ⓘ jaehyun x reader

manhandling, using a belt as a restraint, muscle and size kink if you squint

wc 0.4k

jaehyun always loved how easy it was to mold you into whatever shape he wanted. he loved how pliant your limbs were, like putty that begged to be molded to his accord.

he especially loved when you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to, because it made bending you just that much easier.

so, he’d sit on the couch leisurely, legs spread wide open beckoning you over with one hand while the other skillfully undid his belt. the clanking made a shiver go down your spine as you walked over and laid across his lap.

“y’gonna be good for me today?” he’d ask, grabbing both of your wrists in his one, large hand and securing the belt around them tightly.

all you could muster to let out was a hum, breathy and high as you felt your inner thighs soak the longer and longer he went without touching you.

he’d chuckle and lean against the the backrest, his eyes trained on your core as he worked slow circles on your clit.

“hmm, you always are.”

he’d spend an agonizing amount of time like that, switching between rubbing and pumping, sometimes both as he used his thumb.

you drooled against his knee, nearly sobbing from how badly you wanted him to at least just add a finger.

“m-more,” you babble, turning your head to look at him.

he frowned mockingly, faking dramatic disappointment as he shook his head and sighed, “i thought you said you’d be good?”

“i-i did… i am,” your whines were almost pathetic, whimpering as you smushed your cheek against his knee lazily. he smirked, finding your most overwhelmed state to be both arousing and endearing.

he caressed your hair gently, before hooking an arm under your torso and lifting you up with zero effort, “c’mon doll, up you get.”

you audibly gasped as his fingers impaled impossibly deep, your breath getting caught in your throat. he playfully began crunching you like he would a dumbbell, grinning at your sputters and whimpers.

“where should i take you, hm?”

“w-what?”

he stopped his lifting, “where should i take you?” he repeated, his fingers curling inside of you to get a better grip, “on the couch? the bed? tell me, baby, where should i finally fuck you?”

and you didn’t have time to wait, so you slurred and looked behind your shoulder to look up at him blearily, “h-here… r-right here.”

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[yongvillage]

jaehyun x reader song choice: focus

warnings : just slight kissin , implied sex (mdni) im just yappin

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chivalry will never die as long as jaehyun is alive.

you realize this when jaehyun always makes sure he’s the one on the side of road when you take your walks together, the only time you touch your shopping bags is when you’re handing them to him to carry, and you’re not even sure of what the handle to his car door feels like anymore.

but you do however, remember what the back row passenger seats of his car feels like. it’s hard not to when every time you find yourselves in a secluded area, you’re climbing over the center console and into his lap. it’s reflex at this point.

he’s always so nice and softens the landing when youre placed onto his thighs. he runs his thumb against your bottom lip when he tells you to be careful pretty.

jaehyun puts his hand on the back of your head and he swears it’s just to protect you from hitting it against the ceiling, but you both know it’s how he’ll subtly deepen the kiss.

his lips are soft and warm. the sound of your lips meeting barely audible above the sound of the radio. small string of saliva conjoins you two together when he parts from you to move down your jaw. soft pecks down the column of your throat until he reaches right above the thumping beat your heart and sucks. he lets go with a loud smack before coming back up to the part he cherishes most. hands meeting the middle of your waist and moving to the small of your back.

you feel the coolness of the brown leather against your back when he lays you down. careful not to bump your head against the seatbelt buckle.

and jaehyun always moves with valiance. one knee on the outside of you and the other between your thighs as he takes his jacket off. he places it underneath your head as a pillow. he’s hovering over you again, caging you between his arms and brushing your hair off your cheeks. smiling at you with nothing but love in his eyes before he moves back down to finish his job.

he makes sure to take care of you, not just in the streets but in the sheets as well.

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sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !

[yongvillage]

untitled because idfk but Jeffrey's high and he's audacious and he's annoying but above all... he is a man in love.

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jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, pinch of comedy

Word count: guess

warnings: lazy sex, Jaehyun and reader are high, breeding kink, fingering, cream pie, I've been feeling a lot of things simultaneously over the past few days... this is some of those feelings..., domestic, dirty talk, Jaehyun's annoying

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“Alright… Mama’s all full of Daddy’s baby batter. Now we wait,” Jaehyun says with a lazy, stoned chuckle. He rolls off of you like he just said something divine. He’s high as hell, so he’s extra proud of his own bullshit- and insufferably more smug about it than usual.

You shoot him a glare, arms crossing over your chest in a weak attempt to hide how flustered you are, “Holy fuck, Jae- you are so fucking corny! You snuffed the mood," you groan.

He doesn’t even pretend to be offended- just slides right back between your parted thighs like he never left, a stupid smirk tugging at his lips, “Girl, shut the fuck up- I don’t call you ‘Hot n’ Ready’ for nothing- I could part these thighs with straight-up telepathy because everyone knows I've got you wrapped around my finger and my dick. I don't even have… to… fuck, baby…”

His voice turns breathless as he looks down at your soaked pussy, his cock twitching back to life where it rests against your slit. He rocks his hips lazily, sliding his tip through your mess, catching on your entrance with every pass. Your body clenches around nothing- begging for him.

“I don’t even have to fuckin’ try,” he mutters, almost to himself, mesmerized by the way the swollen head breaches you just slightly with each teasing grind.

“Try what?” you breathe, voice catching on a soft gasp as your hips tilt toward him.

He shrugs with that same dumb, perfect grin, “No idea. Forgot. Just know I don’t gotta try to do it… whatever it is.”

And then he’s sliding into you again- slow, thick, easy like breathing. The stretch pulls a gasp from your lips and your legs fall open wider, welcoming him back. The afternoon light spills across his flushed skin as he rolls his hips, steady and deep.

“I know you’re on birth control,” he says, voice low and syrupy, “but what if it didn’t work? What if I knocked you up for real? What if we fuck so much that your poor little pill gave up and we've just been having a whole bunch of risky sex?”

He thrusts a little harder, a little deeper, hips snapping with more purpose now. The air shifts- lazy turns into urgent bordering on desperation.

“Jae- Jae, oh my god- you’re so fucking deep, fuck me… please, baby- fuck me just like that,” you sob as you hold his hands like they're your lifeline. He catches your wrists and guides your hands to his stomach, letting you feel how tight his abs go every time he buries himself to the hilt. Then he brushes his damp hair out of his face and flashes that cocky, stupid, little smile, “I’ll try not to bruise your cervix again,” he says, like he means it… but not really.

You try to breathe through it, through the pressure and the pleasure but Jaehyun’s strokes are precise now- just deep enough to leave your brain short-circuiting, just slow enough to make you ache for more.

“Every time I think you’ve had enough,” he murmurs, dragging his cock almost all the way out before sinking in again, “your pussy pulls me back in like she’s starving. You like being full of me… don’t you, mama?”

“I bet she’s greedy,” he whispers, leaning down until his steady lips brush against your quivering ones, “I bet if I came in you again… right now… she’d keep every fucking drop.”

You nod, words failing you as your nails drag across the firm planes of his torso. He hisses at the sting, hips stuttering for half a beat before he finds his rhythm again.

“Jae- fuck... please-”

Your voice cracks around the plea and it only spurs him on. He presses your knees up, folding you deeper under him, hitting a spot that has your back arching off the bed and your words quickly becoming nothing more than shrilled gibberish.

“Yeah, that’s it, mama. Let me hear you,” he pants, his control unraveling with every wet slap of skin on skin, “You sound so pretty when you fall apart for me… Fall apart around me, baby… Just like that… I know, my love, I know… Go ahead and fall apart around me, mama... S'all good, mama. I got you,”

He leans in and kisses you- messy, consuming, obsessively- his tongue pushing past your lips as his thrusts grow rougher and needier. His hand slips between your writhing bodies and he draws messy and fervent circles into your clit, catapulting you towards your release.

“Wanna feel you cum again,” he groans into your mouth, “Milk my cock like you need it, baby. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock. Let me fucking feel it.”

You’re already there- right on the edge, muscles tightening, your walls flutter around him as you whine his name.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growls, nipping at your bottom lip, “Cum on this dick for me, baby. Cum on this fucking dick… You're so fucking beautiful… So fucking good to me, mama. Cum all over it, princess.”

And you do- body locking up under him, cry muffled against his shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. He keeps moving through it, stroking and fucking you through the aftershocks until every movement he makes becomes erratic, sloppy, and desperate.

“Sh- shit- I’m gonna-”

You clench again, whispering his name like it’s the only thing you remember and that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep with a broken groan, spilling into you all over again.

Jaehyun’s body goes still, trembling slightly as he collapses on top of you, face pressed into your neck. The only sounds now are your breathing, fast and ragged, and the wild pulses of your still-joined bodies.

After a beat, he mutters against your skin, “If that birth control does fail, I’m telling everyone you begged for it.”

He laughs, cock still buried inside you, and kisses your throat like a thank you.

You smack his back without any real force, still too blissed out to do anything else, “Shut the fuck up.”

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[yongvillage]

any thoughts on mean!yuta… theres such a shortage of yuta fics on here😞😞

omggg i agree w u on the shortage of yuta fics

i feel like yuta is a huge giver in a sadistic type of way. he just likes belittling and degrading u and laughing right in ur face while you stare up at him dazed and helpless. so so mean but u like it anyway hehe

[yongvillage]

asks are open send in anything im bored hehe