#nct 127 x female reader
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a lonely flight in Milan, or, when the daylight shines in Baguio (lty)
Pairing: Taeyong (NCT) x fem! Reader
Tags: Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Relationships, and Light Angst Also very much self-indulgent
Warnings: None
Word Count: 7,478 words
Summary: People come and pass by, some stay, some don't, and some left a remainder of their lives to us.
A/N: So, I had these fic idea based on the movie I have watched on Netflix the other day! So I thought why I not write yet another self-indulgent birthday fic like I used to. And if you know the reference of this fic, well, it is based on ‘That Thing Called Tadhana.’ But then again, this is loosely inspired from that movie, and I added my own elements a la eurydicesflower.
Also posted on: Archive of Our Own
The airport staff have been looking at you with worried looks. You're already frowning to the bone as you discard your stuff from your luggage. You really don't have any other choice but to throw away half of your clothes to the airport trash bin. Your luggage exceeds more than 23 kilograms and your luggage weighs 30 kilograms. You deeply sigh as you throw away the stuffed toy dog into the trash. Your lovely thongs? Down the trash.
“Fuck this life.” You curse under your breath as you tuck in your luggage again so you can weigh it again.
You have been doing this for the last 30 minutes now. And if the weighing scale would not allow you again to board the plane, you are ready to burst out in flames. When you weigh your luggage again, you grit your teeth in annoyance because your luggage was only more than two kilograms, meaning you will be throwing more of your clothes in the trash. You curse under your breath as you drag away your luggage. Here you go again, beside your buddy for tonight, the trash bin.
“Miss?”
Someone calls your attention. You are about to lash at him, but you decided that it was not worth all of your energy now that you had poured all of it on discarding your clothes.
“You seemed like you needed help with your luggage?”
You gaze on your luggage and look up at him, saying: ‘No shit.’
You turn your back against him and you hear the man before you sigh, and crouches down to level with you.
“I can help you with your luggage. You can put most of your things on mine since I don't have much.”
You turn your attention to him again, and he shows his luggage. It was a smaller one compared to yours. It was a pink one with numerous cartoon stickers on it. You recognize characters from Spongebob to Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle.
“Why are you helping me? Do we have the same flight?” You asked.
“You’re going to Manila, too, right? So, I guess helping someone wouldn’t harm me in any way.”
You slowly nodded your head, but you are still skeptical of the man.
“You’re not a killer, are you? Are you sure you're not going to kill me?” You look up to him, and to your surprise, the man laughs heartily, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. You roll your eyes at him but the moment you stare at him for a moment, maybe because of the stress, you don't bother looking at the man’s face. But the more you stare at him, that man was so fucking handsome as hell. It was not an exaggeration because who would have thought that you will encounter a man like him in a fucking public airport? Like who would have thought that of all places, you will meet a man that is sculpted by the gods itself, handcrafted like he had come from a webtoon with the mix of elvish and angelic look in a public place like this?
‘Excuse my language but who the fuck are you?’ You mumble out loud in awe.
You don't seem to realize that he had heard what you said, and he extended his hand to you, and introduced himself.
“Taeyong Lee at your service, ma’am. I have friends in Manila right now and I had to meet them there before I go back to Seoul in one week. I promise you that I won’t kill you. Did that help?” He smiled with his eyes.
“That’s what killers say, though…” You told him as you shook hands with him and told your name while still giving a skeptical look.
“And that’s what killers often say, too.” His smile grew even more as you rolled your eyes but it made your lips curl into a small smile.
“So, now that we are acquainted, let's start repacking, shall we?” He said before you proceeded with moving your things from the trash bin to his luggage.
The man, no, Taeyong’s company made your night bearable after the stressful time you had in Milan. Normally, you don’t trust anyone, and of course you wouldn’t forget the saying ‘Don’t talk to strangers,’ but what if that stranger has genuine intentions? Though, you know for sure if you let your guard down, maybe this man was lying and he would just proceed to kill you right now and stuff your dead body inside your luggage and then—
“Hey, you’re zoning out, you okay?” He asks, snapping you away from your fleeting thoughts.
You found yourself nodding quickly and mumbling ‘I’m fine,’ as you helped him move your things onto his small luggage. All those thoughts slowly disappearing, you surprisingly enjoyed the stranger’s presence.
-
You are seated by the window during the plane ride. Beside you, there was Taeyong who was taking a nap. You don’t know what to talk about so instead, you put on your earphones so you can listen to music. As you open your music app in shuffle, coincidentally, it is playing Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift, specifically the Live from Paris Version. Your tears are now building up in your eyes as you listen to the song.
You are once again brought back by the memories you had with your ex-fiancé. You sang the lyrics as you started to cry out loud. He was the one who had dedicated this song to you. You could remember his acoustic guitar, and singing to you at dusk during your second anniversary. He even brought you your favorite strawberry cake, and celebrated under the stars. He was a romantic, and you fell through him.
You love him for what he was worth, and you had hoped he was the same. And all those years you believed him, did he ever really love you?
You don’t seem to notice that Taeyong gave you a box of tissues not until it was placed down on your lap. You looked at him, and held back your tears.
“Oh, I don’t need it—”
“You need it. Go on,” he said, not taking the tissue box from you.
Even though you refused to take it from him, sooner or later, you will cry after you repeat the song more than five times now. And the tissue box? It’s almost half empty, wiping all of your tears and snot. Taeyong only looks at you with pity, though, he didn’t say anything nor tease you. He gives you space to let out all of your emotions until you have used up all of your energy which in the end, you are now leaning against him as you fall asleep completely.
-
For fuck's sake, do people not have any shame doing PDAs? That’s just plain rude and insensitive. You grimace at the couple and say, “Go take the Taxi first. I think you two needed a room now.”
You roll your eyes at bitterness.
“Aren’t you going home now?” Taeyong stands beside you as you wait for another taxi to come in.
Being patient is an understatement for the man beside you because Taeyong had been with you from the Milan airport until you waited for your baggage at the Manila airport. He was not asking questions unless you talked about life stories with him. And for a guy like him, you didn’t know why he was sticking with you even after you gave him snarky retorts after a long flight from Milan to Manila.
“I don’t want to go home yet...” You confess as you stare down at the taxis in front of you. You don’t want to go home yet. Not now. You can’t just show your face at home. It feels like there is something you wanted to do, but you just can’t seem to know what it is, so now here you are at the airport, giving side-eyes at every couple you see.
“Then, why don’t we go find something to eat first?”
The moment he asked that, your tummy rumbled. You didn’t argue at him anymore because you were already hungry, so now you two were at a Japanese restaurant. You were the one who suggested it since you are craving tempura and sushi, and here was Taeyong together with your little trip.
“What did you even do back in Milan? Like why are you there in the first place?” You asked curiously. You don’t know a thing about him ever since you two met in Milan. Although obviously, this was the first time you two have met.
“Now you wanted to ask about me?”
“Of course, at least I know something about you before you can kill me.” You roll your eyes at him while he scoffs playfully before he shakes his head at your morbid remark.
“I was there for a job because my client wants me to be there in Milan.” He starts off with a small shrug.
“Woah, you’re big time. What do you even do for a living when you have a client based in Milan?”
“I’m a graphic designer. And yes, I design.” He cuts you off before you tease him. “And coincidentally, I just found out that my friend was there and he was one of the models there in that same agency. We decided to catch up there while we were not too busy with both of our jobs.” He shares casually, and shows some of his sample works with you from his phone.
One of the pictures had caught your attention when you noticed that one of the female models seemed familiar to you. You kept on staring at it for like five seconds not until Taeyong asked if something’s wrong.
“No, no, I’m fine…” You smile at him and steer away the conversation even if you know there will be more questions inside his mind.
“Since you’re an artist then? So, what are your hobbies?” You look at him with curiosity while you move your hand under your chin.
“What is this? A job interview? Do I even get hired for your company, ma’am?” He raises a brow while a small curl tugged on his lips as he looks at you. Meanwhile, you throw an unused napkin on his chest to rub that cheeky smirk on his face.
“I am just asking and I am curious.” You pout, and he just laughs it off.
“Well, I have these tattoos that I designed.” He rolled up his sleeves and showed some of his tattoos.
“I never knew that you had tattoos.”
That’s because he was wearing a long-sleeved white button-down shirt. Of course, I wouldn’t see it.
“Yeah, you can take a look.” He shows his left and right arm respectively to you. On his left arm, it has a tattoo of a cartoon dog, and a shooting star. You can’t just describe all of the tattoos but he does really have a bunch of them. There was even a rabbit balloon tattoo on his right arm. “I also have the word ‘understand’ on the back of my arms.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I try to be someone who tries to understand people,” he says.
“That’s… profound...” You mumble in awe and he nods.
“And I also forgot to mention that I have one on my sternum.” He points at the middle of his chest.
“You had a tattoo there?” You scoff unbelievably.
“You are a pervert.” He grins widely when he sees the flustered look in your face but you are quick to dismiss his comment. “Excuse me? You are the one who told me you had one on your chest.” You scoff as you cross your arms as Taeyong smiles cheekily at you.
“Do you want to see it then?”
Before you can even bite back a snarky refusal, he unbuttons his white shirt and shows you his twin dragon tattoo on his sternum. You didn’t even try to stop him, you just stared at it like it was the expensive dress you saw at a boutique in Milan. ‘It’s beautiful,’ you muttered to yourself.
“Does that hurt? I’ve read that when you have a tattoo there, it's one of the most painful parts...” You ask in a hush tone, curiosity laced in your voice.
“Well, I slept through it so I don’t think it hurts.” He shrugs before buttoning his shirt back. “So, are you happy you saw a stranger's tattoo?” He asks, and once again there was that lopsided smirk on his lips that you wanted to wipe off of his face.
“Shut up.” You smiled at him either way, and proceeded to eat your dinner when it had arrived.
-
You insist on ordering a bottle of beer, but you don’t seem to realize that you’re about to have your seventh bottle of beer with you. You don’t even know if Taeyong was drinking with you, and the fact that he hadn’t left you, you don’t know why. Instead of leaving you alone in the restaurant, he was out here with you, listening to your ramblings about your pathetic fiancé. You tell him all about your ex. You tell Taeyong all the things that made you fall for him and all the things you love about him, and all the reasons why you are so stupidly in love with him.
“That man... He's the one I was supposed to marry yaknow...” you slurred. “For eight years. Eight fucking years, we've been together and he fucking cheated on me on fucking Milan of all places.” You chuckle bitterly as you recall the day you saw him there. You even dressed to the nines. Donning your hard-earned Prada black satin dress, and Dior pump, you went to his place where he was staying there and then instead of seeing your ex-fiancé alone, he was with another woman. He was supposed to be the one surprised, not his mistress and it was absolutely not your own fiancé.
People are right about trauma dumping on strangers especially when you had liquor on your side. The story comes out of your mouth automatically, and it felt good telling all your problems to him that night. Letting out your grievances onto someone you don’t know never felt so good and that night, you felt you were not being judged by him.
“That's because you love him,” he said in between your rants.
“Love him? Yeah, I may love him but I am fucking stupid enough to love him. Fuck him. But yeah… I love him… I love him… Jae… I miss him…” You choke out a sob as you take another swig of your beer. You don't count how many beers you have drunk already but you are sure that you're about to pass out and vomit the last food you ate.
“Do you know where Baguio is? Because I want to go to Baguio.” You grin sheepishly at the man beside you. The only thing you remember before you completely pass out was you finally vomited on the gutter and Taeyong was comforting you, and he never left your side.
-
You woke yourself up seated at a bus seat with a blanket wrapped around you.
‘Oh, fuck now where am I?’ You quickly blink your eyes as you scan the surroundings, and your eyes fall on the man you met at the airport.
“Where the fuck are we? Where are you taking me?”
“Milan.”
“Fuck you.”
He just grins at you and you roll your eyes.
“You know I am gullible you know.” You grumble in annoyance and wrap the blanket even tighter around your arms. You turn to your right side and rest your head against the window so that you can ignore the man beside you. But even if you ignore him, you can’t shake away the unnerving thought about going home and not going on a road trip with a stranger you met at the airport.
“Where are we going?”
“You told me you wanted to go to Baguio so I messaged one of my friends about it, and told me to go to the nearest bus station so now we’re on the way to Baguio.”
“I said that? We’re going to Baguio? When?”
“I don’t think you’ll remember but you told me that last night.”
Your head was still throbbing from the hangover, and it didn’t help when Taeyong had told you that this was your idea to go on a road trip on the way to Baguio.
“By the way let me ask you something: What’s in Baguio?”
You sighed deeply, and massaged your head. “Stop asking me questions.”
“Okay.” He shut his mouth afterwards.
You thank him silently before you focus your eyes on the plantains you pass by. You count the cows, and the goats you see until you get bored and finally decide to answer Taeyong’s question.
“Well, Baguio is where he and I had our first date on our first anniversary. So, we decided to celebrate there.” You started. “Baguio was very special to me, but now…”
“Do you want Baguio to revisit those old memories?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. You can’t just tell everything to Taeyong but apparently you have told almost all of your life to someone like him who had only been your companion since last night. And maybe this was just like a start of something new, and maybe the universe was just acting upon its powers and made you meet this kind of man— charming yet quite intriguing in a way that you didn’t even feel anything suspicious because there was just something that you couldn’t explain. That something was already on the tip of your tongue.
“Maybe I just wanted to make new ones and replace those bad memories?” You trail off your words. “Like I don’t know if you’re familiar with how a female lead in romcoms do— when they tend to get broken hearted because of their ex and then they will go soul searching— just like that. I wanted to do something like that.” You let out the lump in your throat, and you never felt so relieved when you had told someone about that. It was out of your agendas the whole week, but the choice is really yours, it’s either you head back and go home and sulk for the rest of the month, OR, go to Baguio with Taeyong and make some new memories.
And in the end, you choose the latter.
“Count me in, though, technically I am already here with you, but you get the point—let me help you with that if that’s okay for you,” he said.
You chuckle at him. You don’t really expect that a man you just met would just do this, but who are you to refuse? If he was willing to help you, then why not? Maybe he has a reason why he was doing all of this. You just hope that it is with good reason or else you are ready to raise your fists against him if he ever does something bad to you.
“Well, be my guest.”
-
Your bus arrived at Baguio and you two found yourselves wandering around. You asked him if he had booked a hotel because there’s no way he could book right away in the city, turns out he had a friend who happened to have a lodging in the city. You now wonder who the hell is this man and why does he have so many connections to easily book an accommodation. Once you had left your belongings in your lodging, the two of you wandered around Burnham Park.
You take turns to point out what you see around the park. One time, he had pointed at a Papillon dog and he told you about his pet dog, Ruby, who had passed away recently. He also explained the meaning of his tattoo, and the answer to your question on who that dog could be was finally answered.
When you two decided to buy some snacks around, you two found a small ice cream shop. You noticed that he definitely like Strawberry flavor because of the way his eyes sparkled and grinned as he received the ice cream. You told yourself that it was so cute of him and you even ended up ordering one even though you are planning to get Cookies and Cream.
And once again, he was listening to your ramblings again as you two sat at the park, watching the park goers come and go.
“Wait, what was his name again?” He asks when you are in the nth time telling him about your ex-boyfriend.
“Didn’t I tell you already?”
He just gave a shrug as his response.
“Why didn’t you say so? Well, he is Jaehyun. Jaehyung Jeong. He's a photographer for models in famous magazines like Vogue, Esquire and Elle. And Milan happened to be one of the places he was assigned to. I was really happy for him, honestly. Like his partner, I am very supportive of him even if we are in a long-distance relationship. But we made it work. We never failed to update each other. We even had these scheduled video calls every night for almost two years but one night… I don’t know how or why or when it had happened, but that particular day, he seemed preoccupied…”
You remember that night. He was in a rush. Didn’t even take a time to say a word to you right after you just told him about the project you landed on your job.
When you thought that would be the last time that he would do it to you, you didn’t think that it would also be the last time you called each other every night. But then again, you were understanding to him, and you just let it go without confronting him about it.
When the usual nights you were in your pajamas and waiting for him to call, it turned into weeks to months waiting for him to call instead of just messaging you like he had gone cold.
“Did you ever get to know the reason?”
“Oh, yeah damn right I did but that was when I flew all the way to Milan. You know, to know the answers to my questions.” You smiled bitterly before you resumed telling bits of the story to Taeyong.
“I didn’t believe it when I didn’t see it even though my friends already told me something must have happened so… I gathered up all of my savings, and even asked my friends to back me up, and thank God they were all supportive of me because it is never easy to be flying alone in a country that you’re not familiar with— you never know what you should expect… But deep inside, I think I already knew the reason why but… I wasn’t just ready to hear it even though my friends kept on telling me that...”
Taeyong then offers you a cup of juice, and you chug it in one drink and you close your eyes and sighed deeply.
“I am just in denial, Taeyong…” You trail off your words. “I am just in denial to the point I thought he would be welcoming me in his arms but instead…” You choked out a sob. “Instead, I saw him with another woman…” You stop yourself from tearing up with a forced smile.
“Am I stupid?”
“You did that for love. But yes, you’re stupid.” He tried to lighten up the mood. It didn’t help boosting your mood, which honestly you wanted to shut him up, though right now he was the one who had been patient with you right now, so you silently thanked him with his blunt honesty.
“I just can’t believe you would be the one accompanying me for the rest of my days here at Baguio.” You said afterwards. You then roll your eyes at him when he shows a glint of teasing in his smirk.
“By the way? Don’t you even have work the next day?” You ask him jokingly.
“What? Do you want us to go home now that we just arrived?” At first you thought it was a joke, but his tone had changed onto sincere concern.
You shake your head, and say, “I still wanted to stay here.”
You swear you saw that his eyes speak happiness to you even in a brief glance, and you? You felt the same, too.
“I’m still on leave till Tuesday. And it’s the weekend, right? So, I can still accompany you till Sunday night, and we’ll part ways after that.”
“Right. Right, you’re just here to accompany me.” You said, brushing off the fact that it kind of bothered you that you two will part ways in the next few days and now your time grows thinner and thinner, the eagerness inside you makes you feel more curious about who and what he really is like. A stranger who you had been accompanied, no longer than a week, but it looked like you had known him for so long, like a friend who you had just reunited with after years of not meeting, and then one day, you met at the airport, and caught up like nothing happened. But the truth is, you just really met him for the first time, and you know nothing about him.
You might be repeating yourself over and over again with this encounter with him, but it really feels surreal that you had been together with him. you, who came from a bitter breakup while he... You really don’t know a thing about him aside from what he had shared to you. And the thought of it saddens you even more.
Every time you tell him stories about yourself, it makes you wish he would tell something about himself, too. Maybe you were just so easy to trust him, you had opened your door and led him to a glimpse of your life story, while unlike him, you were still a stranger— and maybe you should do that now.
Despite being slightly disappointed, you spent the day with him with the two of you wandering around the streets. Lots of heartfelt laughs were exchanged between the two of you that, you know, it was as genuine as you hoped.
You two almost didn’t realize that it’s about sundown when you two stopped by an overlooking place.
“Hey…” He said momentarily as he rested his arms on the railing.
You hum as a response. “Yeah?”
“You know how I told you about being stupid earlier?”
“Yeah, how can I not forget that?” You scoff jokingly.
“Well, I could say I’m the same.”
Now, that piqued your interest. You don’t want to go back yet. This is the first time you will get to hear something from him aside from knowing his tattoos, and his dog, Ruby. Taeyong tells something about his love life, how that woman wanted to be with him already but he was this coward, although he loves her, he refuses.
“I wanted to start a life with her but... I was too afraid that I might not be enough. So I did the cowardly thing and broke up with her. I thought I did the right thing, but in the end… So, long story short, I realized I’m still in love with her but it's fucking too late...”
He had a small bitter smile on his face, his eyes remained on the grass before him as he recalled the events.
“She had an engagement party a year ago; I saw it on her Instagram. Most of my friends liked it and of course, I liked it and commented 'congrats' to her. I don’t want to come off as a bitter resentful ex but... If that’s the thing that will make you do for the sake of the person you love, then maybe I really did the right thing— To set her free.”
“Do you still love her?” you ask him. Same question he asked you when you had told him about your ex-fiancé.
Taeyong only shrugged off his shoulders. “I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no. But then again, if she's already happy with her life, and then I am happy— in that way I can now move on with my life.”
“You’re a fighter.”
Taeyong shook his head. “That’s what just love does to people. Even the most logical and sensical people would go nuts in the name of love.”
You smiled lightly.
And yes, he was right.
“So, the both of us do have broken hearts, huh?”
He only hums in response.
After that, a short still silence wrapped between the two of you as you two watched the sunset above the pink-purple skies. You never had the chance to see the sun set for so long, you are always occupied with work. And for so long, this was the first time you got to see it— a fresh start.
“Why did you help me back in the airport?” You break the silence for the first time with one of the questions you seemed to forget to ask.
“Honestly, I won’t just stand and not help someone who’s in need.”
“And you didn’t think twice about helping me?” You ask, still couldn’t believe that he would do that without further question.
“I would be lying if I didn’t find you pretty at first sight, but the point is— Yes, I didn’t think twice.”
You smirk at his first remark, but then again, you do think that he was handsome the first time you saw him.
“You think I’m pretty?” That’s not the point, but you just wanted to tease him and it worked, he fiddled with his hands, and was smiling shyly. Before he could get flustered, he changed the subject.
“So, what are you planning next after this trip?” He asks instead.
“I don’t know…” You honestly really don’t know yet. Hell, you will be going back to reality on Tuesday, and you will get back to finding a new job right after you had left your previous job so that you can stay in Milan for about a month.
“But one thing for sure, I hope I can move on from him.” You say firmly. But right now, you wanted to rest here for a while like you wouldn’t think of what was about to happen in the next few days.
“You’re not talking about him since earlier. Which is a good start, you know.”
You match his perfect smile.
You know that this will never repeat ever again. This was spontaneous, you never planned all this Baguio Trip and you know to yourself that this will never occur ever the same again if that person with you is someone like Taeyong.
“Thank you, Taeyong.” From the bottom of my heart.
-
Later that night, the two of you head back to your lodging. While waiting, you stand before the balcony and wrap yourself with a shawl that cold night. You are waiting for Taeyong, who had ordered food delivery and was waiting at the lobby.
You almost forgot that your phone didn’t exist after being together with a stranger for almost 24 hours now. Opening your phone, there are so many missed calls and unread messages— some of them came from your friends and from your mother, and one unnamed number. You read through your messages, and all of it was full of worried text and ‘How are you’s?’ You messaged them one by one, and told them you were fine and you were fine together with a friend in Baguio. Once you’re done, you dialed one of the numbers and you waited and waited until they picked up the phone.
“Hello? It’s me.”
-
24 hours is not enough. But maybe it is worth it to have someone to accompany you like this. The moments last. You dusted your clothes, worrying that there might be small particles of dirt there even if there weren’t. You smoothed your hair, checked your makeup, and smiled at the mirror until you heard his three knocks and you’re ready to seize the day with your newfound companion on your last day in Baguio.
“Hey. Something just came up.” His eyes darted on the floor, unable to look at your gaze. “I think I won’t be able to be with you until Tuesday morning.”
You tightly grip the doorknob as discreetly as possible. “Oh... It's fine.”
“But we can still do your last agenda.”
‘Screaming on the top of your lungs at the high mountains of Sagada.’
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You look at him unbelievably.
“I mean if you don’t like it, then, we should just plan another one and not this—”
“It’s perfect, Jae! We’re going to do this on our fourth anniversary next week!” You hug your boyfriend, smiling ear-to-ear, you just can’t wait to spend it before he goes to Milan for work.
“Are you alright?” Taeyong asks you, snapping you back from reality where you two were standing in the doorway of your hotel room.
You were holding back tears. Stop it, you weren’t supposed to be crying in front of him again.
“Yes. See you later, Taeyong.” You said before you closed the door before him.
-
You both rode the bus all the way up the mountains. Both of you will experience for the first time even if in the next few hours, you will part away.
“Do you know this song-?”
You just remembered that you sat away from him and he never said a thing, he respected it. You kind of wish he was sitting beside you like he did during the bus ride to Baguio. And the rest of the bus ride, you just sulk there and listen to your playlist on your own. Later that day, it was almost late afternoon when your bus arrived at the bus stop.
You still haven't talked with each other since the two of you arrived but he already made sure to rent a tent for the rest of the night.
“Sorry sir, we only have one tent available.” the woman told Taeyong.
“It's okay we'll take it,” you heard him reply and waited for the tent.
“Taeyong, what do you mean there's only one tent?” You quickly stood beside him as soon as the woman left her seat to fetch the tent.
“It's fine, you can have it, I'll just have a sleeping bag beside-”
“We can share.” You cut him off.
“Then fine.”
You swore he smirked but it instantly faded away when the lady called him to give away the tent.
-
Even if you just went through with silence as you both set up the tent which almost threw you off in range on how you couldn't figure out fixing it but luckily, Taeyong knows how to build it, fortunately, your mood settled in. You brought some cup noodles for you to eat, and you even left one for him hoping he would eat.
You couldn't just sit there in silence and ignore him now that this would be the last time you two will meet. You can ask his number but are you sure he will give it after you ignore him for the rest of the day? You don’t think so.
Taeyong was still inside the tent after he had finished building it. You deeply sigh to yourself, and go inside to see a sleeping Taeyong.
You saw how peaceful he looked when he was sleeping thanks to the moonlight shining above. You snuggled in, but as far as possible from him, until you had settled lying down beside him.
“Do you think we will ever meet again?”
You were lying down beside him as you gaze above the tent. You can only hear his breath, and you wish he would never hear it nor answer your question because the answer you were waiting for might not be the one that will come out of his mouth.
“I'm sorry I ignored you for the rest of the day. You were a great company by the way. I wish we were friends even after this. I don’t know how I can even ask for your number now that we're back to strangers again.” You were fighting off the little tears that were about to stream down your cheek.
“I hope we can still be friends after this.”
And you turned away from him and faced the other side.
You slowly woke up yourself and there was a blanket wrapped around you. It was still dark outside, you observe. And the man beside you? He was gone.
You start to jolt awake, removing the blanket, and jump away outside the tent from panic. You almost shouted out his name but as soon as you spotted a familiar figure sitting meters away from the tent, your shoulders relaxed seeing him right there and exhaled in relief. He seemed to sense you being awake, so he waved his hand, and smiled solemnly.
“Good morning.”
“I thought you left...” You mumbled.
He furrows his brows at you. “Why would I? Our journey wasn’t over, remember?”
“I thought you left…” You would not dare cry in front of him once more but all of your repressed emotions had flooded and you let your emotions give in. You shielded your eyes with your arms as you cry, and moments later, you felt arms wrapped around you, and you just melted into it and succumbed to comfort.
“I am sorry...” you choke out a sob.
“Don’t be, I understand it so it's okay…” He shushed gently as he smoothed down his hand on your back. “Besides you’re still gonna scream and curse out remember?”
A mix of blue and orange hues painted the skies above as it welcomed the rising of the sun. Like the sun, Taeyong smiles at you, radiating with warmth, and even if you're fresh from tears, you match his smile and wipe away the remaining tears on your cheeks.
“Let's go curse the hell out of my ex and welcome the start of something new.” You grin and he chuckles seeing you back on track.
“Then, let's go, and scream, shall we?” He assists you to stand right up. Hand in hand, the two of you ran almost towards the edge of the mountain with crazy grins on your faces. You two were laughing like it was the end of the world until you reached the end of the cliff.
“I WILL BE THE MOST HAPPIEST WOMAN IN EARTH, AND MOVE ON FROM YOU JAEHYUN JEONG!!!” You were the first one to scream and you can see the delight in Taeyong's face as you said all those words.
“I will never just stay back to the past and move on from you, I PROMISE THAT FROM NOW ON—!”
You didn’t hear the name he shouted from the last one, but what is important is that when you two both welcome the sunrise, you can feel the cold breeze of the morning air which didn’t seem to bother you, and the problems of the past seemed to be forgotten.
“Thank you.” You told him.
“You’re welcome.”
Maybe there was really a reason that the two of you had met in an unexpected circumstance, and here you were, together with Taeyong Lee, promising for a beginning of a new journey. Maybe it was fate, maybe it wasn’t, it doesn’t matter. At least, at that moment, even an unexpected turn of events in our life, like what happened in Milan, you were sure there were more plenty of great things waiting for the both of you, and that includes the sunrise at the highest mountains, and the warmth radiating beside you.
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You were sure you insisted that you are okay for going home alone, but instead, Taeyong was still true to his word so he was here with you until you go home. From the airport in Milan to driving you all the way back to home, he was there with you, making sure you were safe.
As you were about to arrive where your home is, you noticed that there was black sedan parked in front of your home. It was already 3 in the morning; you wondered who that could be and when you stepped out of the car, a black-haired man in a white shirt, holding a bouquet of flowers, was waiting in front of your home, your question was finally answered.
Fuck. Your ex was literally in front of your house… Like what the fuck? Why could he be here? Didn’t you already tell him the other day that you are now really ending it for real?!
“Hey.”
Now this is awkward. Jaehyun Jeong was standing in front of your house while Taeyong was right beside you.
“I’m Taeyong, I’m just her friend so don’t worry.” Taeyong introduced himself to Jaehyun as he extended his hand. You kinda wished Taeyong didn’t do that.
“I’m Jaehyun.” He smiled at the man.
Before you could even stop them from further introducing themselves to each other, Taeyong stepped in and said, “Well, it’s nice meeting you, man, but I need to help her unload her bags, so I’m gonna go take care of it first,” he said passively as he waves his hand at you, and nodded his head to Jaehyun. He muttered ‘Wait for me,’ to you before he went back to his car. When Taeyong was walking all the way back to his car, that’s where Jaehyun spoke for the first time.
“I’m sorry.” He starts but you shake your head. “Jae, it’s three in the morning, I’m already tired.” You were still standing there, waiting and craning your head to see if Taeyong was coming back already.
“Is that the new guy you’re dating?” He stops you looking for Taeyong. “Wow, it’s only been a week, and you already found a new man?” His tone seems to be joking, but you both knew it wasn’t a joke. And look who’s talking as if you were the first one who had been the first who had strained your relationship.
“I don’t have time for this, Jae. We’re already done, remember?” You tried to be as polite and dismissive as possible so that he could just leave you alone, and you succeeded.
He clenched his hand tightly on the bouquet’s handle before finally sighing deeply, and relaxed his fingers around the bouquet.
“Fine. I just wanted to know if you’re doing alright, and it turns out, you were okay right now. I wish you well.” He said before leaving you the bouquet of lilies, which was your favorite, and left you alone. Just in time, Taeyong just got back from his car while holding your luggage.
“So, that’s Jae, huh? Did he hurt you—?"
Your first instinct was to hug him tightly. You don’t know if he understands what you’re saying, but you’re actually thanking him for being more present to you than the man whom you used to love. The man was too stunned to speak, yet he didn’t push you away, and he even patted your back as you hugged him.
“You should take a rest now, and it’s nice being with you for almost three days.” He said somberly as you gently pull away from him.
“Yeah, you, too. See you next time.” You said as you waved goodbye at him.
‘Taeyong hasn’t left, right?’ You asked yourself and you were right, his car hadn’t even left where he had parked. You knock on the window of his car, and he opens the window slowly, and you see him lounging inside the car with close eyes.
“I thought you’re going home now?”
“I thought you’re about to go back to Seoul?”
He smiled cheekily. “I was waiting for you to go inside your home.”
You raise a brow before he raises his hands in the air in defense. “Okay, okay, I just wanted to make sure you’re—”
You peck a kiss on his cheek before you waved goodbye at him and head back home.
And there was a smile on your face when you see one of his keychains from his luggage was there along with a short-written message just above the handle.
‘Hope we can meet again so I can treat you with ramen next time ;
hope you can message me next time on taeoxo on ig, if u want. I will be glad to talk again with u some time : )
- TY’
You left a mental note that you’ll message him when you’re ready. And if he’s willing to wait, then maybe sometimes fate is not cruel as they always tend to be.
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POLAROID
Paring: Jung Jaehyun x afab!Reader.
[For the sake of this fic, NCT 127 had a concert in Toronto, Canada during the North American leg of Neo City - The Link Tour. The exact date is not important, but if you want a rough timeline, imagine the concert to be somewhere around January 2023, after their three concerts in the USA. The actual concerts that happened in Toronto were in May 2019, but they are too old for the fic. This is just in case you are curious about the timeline. Otherwise, it doesn't really hold any importance for now.]
Genre: - fluff, angst, sexual themes.
Words: - 2.5K
Warnings:- Kissing, making out, grinding.
Summary:- It’s a chilly night in Toronto, and the idea of spending it in the warmth of a stranger’s presence is too good to pass on.
If someone asked you what night was, you’d probably say it was him. He was wind and gale, and zephyr and melody. He was calm. He was cold and warm. And maybe you won’t admit this out loud, but he was love. He was regret and yet the best decision you’d made that night. One night with him showed you what it truly meant to be alive. Part of it may have been because he was a stranger. It was easy to let go when there were no burdens or pains crawling between your intertwined hands.
You’d met him back home, in Toronto, in an empty park. It was a night that seemed to take away all your stress.
“Aren’t you cold?” was the first thing he’d said to you. You were out in a park late in the night, with very less people around. It was nice and quiet, and you couldn’t resist sitting there. The view of the city calms you down after a stressful workday. For some reason, he gave you doubtful glances from behind his round glasses and beanie, as if he was looking for something on you. ‘Cute’ was the first thing that popped up in your mind, but you couldn’t figure out why he was looking at you suspiciously.
“A bit, but I’d endure it for this view.” You bury your gloved hands deeper into your pockets as you decide to answer his question.
“Well, aren’t you right about the view?” He said, staring into your eyes, not even glancing at the view. It was embarrassing to admit how your heart had skipped a beat at his cheesy line. Although it was fairly too common, and you had heard it quite a few times from different mouths, his sounded so genuine. Like he isn’t looking to impress, but just a thought he verbalised. He looks around a bit, before taking a seat beside you.
It takes you a moment to realise you are staring at him.
“Can I look at them?” You ask, trying to make an excuse.
“Look at what?”
“You must have taken some pictures with that Polaroid camera over there.”
“Oh. Okay, Sherlock. Only if you let me see yours though.” He says, pointing at your own camera.
The camera-swapping session soon turned into a long conversation, and you both decided to warm yourselves to search for a cafe downtown and warm yourselves with a cup of coffee. The streets were bustling despite the cold, as families and partygoers hopped in and out of clubs, restaurants, and taxis. The New Year spirit was yet to die down. You never thought that a walk around the town with a man who was practically a stranger would be this soothing.
You were happily strolling, occasionally brushing your hands and fingers against each other. He had enough after a few back-and-forth lingering touches and decided to just entwine your hands instead. Warmth settled in your body as you traced his knuckles. The redness of his ears was just a cherry on top. You eventually settled on bouldering after getting done with grabbing your coffee at a Tim Hortons. It was much warmer inside, and you both tucked away your extra layer of clothing.
It was nearing midnight, but it seemed like Toronto never slept. There were plenty of people in the bouldering gym. You gave him an introduction, telling him how to use the holds, what to do, etc. To give him a practical example, you climbed a wall for beginners. The activity was something you often enjoyed doing with your friends, so you eventually got good at it, even if you weren’t a pro.
“Whoa, that was so good.” He shouted as you stood atop the wall, climbing it with ease. Although you weren’t particularly looking to impress him, you wouldn’t deny that his compliment felt good.
“You can do it too. Come on, give it a try.” You shout back, standing on the edge. He gives you a nod, dipping his hands into chalk as he grips the first hold and starts to ascend. He was doing exceptionally well for a first-timer. Maybe it was because of all that time in the gym because was clearly visible from his toned body.
“A couple more and you are good to go. Come on.” You cheer for him as nears the end of the wall. The pads of his fingers slip from the crimp as he tries to reach for the jug above him. He slides down, his legs catching onto the holds below.
“Careful.” You gasp at him.
“I’m fine. Fine.” He reassures, trying and succeeding in climbing the jug. Now all he needed to do, was climb over the edge. He slings one leg over, grabbing with his hand. You bend down, giving him your hand to give him an extra push.
“Thanks.” He mumbles as he takes it. You put your other hand above his own, and as you pull him up, he pushes himself, causing you to tumble backwards along with him.
You fall on your back, both your hands still clutching his as you look up at him in surprise. He looks shocked at first, but his expression changes the longer he looks at your face. Your face contorted in confusion when he started chuckling, wondering what was so funny about him crushing you underneath his body.
“Your face is covered in chalk.” He explains, raising his hand that isn't still clutching yours to wipe your face, only to realize his hands are dirty as well. None of you attempt to move as he fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket. You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his breath on your face as he wipes your face gently. Butterflies dance in his stomach as well.
He admires your face, the couple of moles you have. His gaze lands on your closed eyes, lingering on your lips. The lip gloss you were wearing earlier almost wiped off, slightly covered in chalk. He wipes them as well, unable to resist touching your lips, even if it was with just his handkerchief. You open your eyes to his dreamy ones, the handkerchief long forgotten as you mirror the hazy expression on his face.
It was like a staring match, both of you fighting for who’d look away first. None of you do, both in a daze as his face inches closer, your lips almost touching. He looks up once, looking for any hesitation, a sign that says you don’t want the same. You don’t waver, clutching his hand tighter instead, a silent plea to close what was left of the distance between your lips. His eyes glow a little, closing as he places his lips on yours.
Your hand immediately comes up to grip the collar of his shirt as you deepen the kiss. You both lie there like two touch-hungry teenagers. A few onlookers groan at the unnecessary PDA, telling you to take it somewhere else. You both shut out the noise of a lady shouting expletives at you, the fire in your cores too exciting to give a fuck. His hand slides to your waist, slightly lifting your top to gain access to your skin. Shivers run down your spine, your tongue prying his mouth open to intensify the kiss. He opens up for you, letting you explore his mouth. You reluctantly pull away as the lady shouts again, threatening to call the guards.
“Meet me at the stalls”, is the only thing you whisper as you both scramble to get up and straighten your clothes. You’re gone in a second, leaving him behind to ponder about what just happened. It was so unlike him to draw attention to himself in public, especially when he was roaming around without his group, the manager or the crew. The fact that he could do something as scandalous as kissing a girl out in the open had left him baffled. No one seemed to recognise him or record anything as he looked around, and he sighed in relief. He would be screwed if his manager knew.
He quickly pushes his thoughts about his manager to the back of his head as he remembers you were waiting for him. Hesitant, he lingers outside the stalls, the common washroom seemingly empty as he knocks on a couple of doors. The nerves in his body make him feel uneasy. Maybe it was the thrill of sneaking around like this. The door to the last stall opens as walks closer, and he is pulled inside. You push him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet in a flash. The look of surprise adorning his face makes you chuckle, cupping his cheek as you straddle his lap.
“You took so long, I thought you weren't coming.”
His hands slide on your waist, “Well, I had to. I haven’t asked you out on a date yet”, he says.
Maybe it was a bold move for him. He’d had his fair share of flings and dates, but he never dated anybody seriously. They either went crazy about his fame, or it was the money. He always had to go through so much trouble just to make sure nothing was suspicious about them. There was always a possibility that it was some crazy fan of his, pretending to be a date. Yet he doesn’t know what came over him, but he surely doesn’t regret it.
Something about you had struck him tonight. When he found you sitting in the park all alone, he was suspicious about your intentions. The other day he was roaming around, and someone followed him all the way from the restaurant he had his lunch at, to the place he was planning to have dinner. It wasn’t until he threatened the guy with cops that he left him alone. So his having doubts about you made complete sense.
Although, as the night progressed, he found himself enjoying your company. No one had ever been so genuine with him, soothing him simply with their presence. The the hand-in-hand walks and your sweet talks pulled him in. You were making all the the stress of his day go away without even doing anything. Whatever this was, there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t want to let go.
“Are you seriously asking me that here of all places? What is it? No one ever kissed you this good?” You chuckle, breathing heavily as his hands roam your middle, resting just below your breasts. He just nods along as he laughs under his breath, and the warm air falling on your neck turns you on even more. He peppers kisses there, his wet mouth surely leaving behind a couple of marks.
“Tell you what.” you say. “Ask me that again after we get out of here, and I might just say yes.”
Your eyes hold fire as you move your hips, rubbing yourself on his hard-on, claiming his mouth again. He pulls you in, a hand rising to squeeze your breasts now. He pulls you closer, decreasing the minimal space between your bodies. He grabs your hips, setting a pace. The friction from your pants almost feels too good to be true. By the time you became aware of your fingers, they were already under his shirt, grazing his nipples. He moans in your mouth, his stomach twisting in knots.
The phone buzzing in his pocket pulls you both out of your haze. You express your disappointment as his hand leaves your body to reach for his phone. You decide to continue kissing his neck making him stutter as talks in a language you don’t quite understand. You are too aroused to care about trying to figure out the language anyway. His hands find their way back to your waist as he hastily cuts the call.
“Stay here.” He mutters, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of your body on his.
“What?” You groan, eyes portraying the confusion you felt. “I need to make a call. I’ll be back. I promise.” Your face falls in disappointment, but you have no choice except to agree. The fire in your core would just have to wait.
“Be quick.” You quip, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles at you, leaning to give you a final kiss as he adjusts himself, tying his jacket around his front to cover up his clearly horny self.
15 minutes later, you are standing outside, staring at the Polaroid as all sorts of thoughts run through your head. You look at his fond expression as he stares at your face in the picture. It certainly wasn’t the look of someone who was spending the night with a stranger. He was admiring you, smiling in the way his dimples showed, the light striking his eyes at the perfect angle, making his dark brown eyes stand out even more.
You had taken the at Tim Hortons while you both looking through each other’s cameras. You were looking at all the Polaroids he had takes on the beautiful city while he went trough your camera roll, where you had captured the people of the city, your coffees running cold.
“Your photography makes even the most mundane things come alive.” He said. “But what about you? Who is capturing your charm? Beauty?” He added, proceeding to keep on taking pictures of you. That was when you slid beside him, sliding one hand to hold his face as you took a selfie through his Polaroid. He smiled at you, taking another one you each had one to keep.
You desperately wish calling him was an option. You both had somehow forgotten to exchange numbers through the night. The area around was emptying as it was past midnight now. Dejectedly, you called a cab to go home. You kept looking around until it arrived, hoping that maybe he would pop out of somewhere. Maybe he had just wandered off during the call by mistake. But as you get into the cab, still looking around and through the mirror for any sign of him, it settles in. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back, not for a stranger. And as it turns out, you would probably never see him again.
As silly as it was, you kept going to the park after that, in hopes of seeing him once again. Always going at the same time as the day you’d seen him for the first time, only to never see him again. Eventually, the park just became a place of solace for you. It probably was a heartbroken act. If you could even call it that. But nothing had ever hurt you more than the fact that the night that was probably the happiest in your life for you, meant nothing to him. Was it all just a fever dream?
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the part of your body your soulmate touches glows
soulmate au
jaehyun x female reader
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
You woke up the next day and did your morning routine. You didn’t realize til later what happened yesterday.
can i kiss you?
It was replaying in your head.
You quickly pulled up ur shirt to see the glowing was gone.
Maybe it was just all in my head last night
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The members walked in the dance studio and it felt much more comfortable than the first two lessons. Since hanging out with some of them you’ve created a bond.
You see Mark walk in. You immediately turn ur head to somewhere else praying you guys don’t make eye contact.
Mark walks up to you, “hey girl”. He hugs you and you hug back with a bit of hesitation.
“I was wondering after practice today did you want t-”
“Jaehyun!” you cut Mark off to stop his question, praying Jaehyun who just walked in could help you out.
“Y/n!” He gives you a fist bump and can automatically tell what’s going on. “Mark give y/n some space” he laughs, “let’s go over this part of the dance” he then shows some of the main points of the dance.
“Jaehyun you’re still stuck on that part?” Johnny asks walking up to Jaehyun.
“Well when you have a choreographer so pretty it’s hard to focus” He whispers back to Johnny.
Johnny nods his head, Jaehyun had just solidified his thoughts. He could tell Jaehyun liked you.
“Let’s warm up everyone!” You shout.
They all disperse around the room to start stretching, Johnny and Jaehyun stay next to each other.
“I actually have to tell you something”
“What” Johnny turns his head back to jaehyun.
“She’s my soulmate”
Johnny chokes on his own spit, causing some of the boys to look around, “I’m fine!”
“What?”
“My neck was glowing last night, and that’s where she put her arms when she hugged me”
“oh wow”
“I know”
“Has she mentioned anything to you”
“No, but it makes sense why. I held her waist when we hugged, Mark could’ve too when they kissed.”
“They kissed?”
Jaehyun nods, “She probably thinks it’s either one of us”
“Jaehyun. When’s the most recent time you touched y/n”
“I fist bumped her a bit ago”
Johnny looks down at Jaehyuns hand, glowing a purple hue.
“Look down”
He sees his own hand, “see I told you”. Jaehyun is both happy and nervous.
“But Jaehyun, that means” Johnny looks at y/n, one of her hands are fine, then he looks at her other hand in her pocket.
“Y/n! come here”
Jaehyun smacked Johnnys arm “what are you doing”
You walk over to them, “yes”
“For a totally logical reason, could you please show us your right hand”
“Why” You think you know why.
Johnny grabs the hand of Jaehyun that he’d been trying to hide.
“This is why”
Your heart understandably starts to race.
So it’s not Mark
You pull your right hand out of your pocket, your knuckles are purple.
Now it’s Jaehyuns turn to get nervous. You glance at mark who’s doing arm stretches.
“He’ll get over it” Johnny says.
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“Sooooooo”
“Sooooooo”
You and Jaehyun were sitting on the edge of your hotel bed. It was the only area where you guys could have privacy. You told mark you had something to prepare for so you couldn’t hang out.
Jaehyun pokes your arm.
“What was that for?”
“I like seeing it glow”
You laugh a bit.
“I can’t believe this is happening”
“Why”
“Well for starters Im a fan. Just because i’m your dance instructor doesn’t mean i’m not a fan. Getting to choreograph you guys was one of my dreams. Now you are my soulmate. It’s just insane.”
“What makes you think that i’m not a fan?”
“Stop”
“The first day you walked in I went and searched you up. I watched every single dance video on your page. I became a fan.”
“Stop”
“I’m not lying”
“Look at your finger”
“i wonder what would happen if we kissed”
You turn to him and kiss his cheek, “let’s see”
Jaehyun lightly grabs the bottom of your chin and brings his lips to yours. He pulls back to look at you and see if you’re okay with it. He soon leans back in and continues to kiss you.
This kiss was different than marks. It gave you butterflies in your stomach.
You continued to kiss him for a few more minutes until you soon saw a glow arising from your faces.
“I guess we’re going to have to get used to this right?” You laughed.
You layed your head on his shoulder, “what will I tell Mark?”
“We’ll it’s not very often you find your soulmate so early if at all. He’s going to understand.”
You shook your head.
“I guess I can tell you I love you right now”
“I guess I can tell you I love you right back”Jaehyun responded.
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hiii!! not sure if you’re taking request but if you are could you please make a 127 version of your “nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member” ! i really loved your dream version and would love to read a 127 version (≧◡≦) thank you in advance ♡︎
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nct127 reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member
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nct127 x fem reader
warnings: suggestive, sexual activity, oral (fem receiving) cussing,slight mentions of drugs
minors dni
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taeil
the members sit around in the practice room debating on where to eat
“ yo let’s just order food” doyoung says as the group continues to discuss their food options
taeil then looks at his phone immediately getting up and getting his things ready to leave
“ hyung you’re not eating with us?” haechan asks
“ n-no i have somewhere to be” taeil stutters
“ where are you going?” doyoung asks but before he could finish his sentence taeil is out the door
quickly washing up and putting on a nice outfit he heads over to your place as you two go to the restaurant that you and him had planned on going
“ hello, do you have a reservation with us?” the host asked as jazz music played softly in the background
“ yeah it should be under moon taeil”
the host types his name into the computer as she furrows her brows
“ um sir, i have a reservation for the same time next week but nothing is coming up for today” the host says
you look at taeil as he stands there confused
“ what? i swear i made a reservation for tonight” he pulls out his phone to verify
“ oh my god i accidentally scheduled it for next week” he sighs as his shoulders slump
“ i’m sorry sir but we are all booked out for right now, if you give me your phone number i can call you if any reservations get cancelled but there’s a waiting list on that as well” the host explains
taeil felt defeated, he knew how much you wanted to eat at this restaurant, you had been talking about it for weeks
he looks to you as if he’s asking what you want to do
“ that’s alright, it’s no problem we’ll go somewhere else, you can cancel the reservation for next week too please, have a good night ” you say politely
taeil follows you out of the restaurant moping
“ babe i’m so sorry, i made that reservation after practice last week, i so tired i was out of it” taeil tries to apologize
“ awe taeil don’t feel bad it’s okay, honestly that place looked too fancy for me. what would you like to eat? i don’t mind at this point anything sounds good to me” you laugh
you’re always such a good sport in every situation, that’s one thing taeil loves so much about you, he can see right through you though, the restaurant wasn’t “too fancy” for you, you said that just to make him feel better.
“ let’s keep walking and see what else is around here” he suggests
and that’s how you ended up at a family owned korean barbecue place
sitting down at the table both of you already knowing what you want since you’ve been there more times than you can count
“ i’m sorry babe really”
“ taeil sweetheart it’s okay i swear ”
“ i’ll make it up to you tonight” he winks
“ oh come on don’t be all suggestive in the middle of a k- barbecue place please” you laugh
the food quickly arrives as you both start eating, conversations quickly become silent due to the both of you focusing so heavily on the food in front of you
hearing the front door chime neither of you notice that a mark, haechan, johnny, taeyong and doyoung walk through the door
“ holy shit is that taeil and y/n” mark says
“ dude shut up” johnny smacks his arm
spying on the two of you they see you laughing at him as you use your napkin to wipe sauce off his face before quickly kissing his lips
“ no way” the members gasp before shuffling one by one out the door
“ dude they’re on a date” mark says
“ yeah no shit” johnny replies
haechan laughs as he seems to be typing something on this phone and then putting in his back pocket walking away from the restaurant window
everyone’s phone buzzes moments later as they open the message sent to the group chat
a picture capturing you and taeils kiss that had just happened in the restaurant was sent with a message underneath stating “ you two have something to tell us?”
you and taeil pick up your phones at the same time before you eyes widen at the message
“ how did he even-” you begin to say
“ man i get any privacy around here” taeil laughs slightly
“ we have stalkers and their name is lee donghyuck” you roll your eyes laughing
johnny:
the last time you had talked to johnny was moments ago ending with him saying he was on his way home from practice, quickly you drove over to his place, putting on the lingerie set he bought you last week, setting up your sex playlist to the bluetooth speaker and dimming the lights while some candles around the room burn
you wanted to do something nice for johnny due to how hard he has been working with comeback and promotions, you’ve noticed his mood was more drained than usual this week , so you being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to do something special for him tonight
as you hear the door open you situate yourself on his bed, laying in a very revealing position there wasn’t much left to the imagination with the lingerie set you had on
swinging the door open a sweaty jaehyun appeared in the doorway
both taking a second to realize what’s happening you quickly scream pulling a blanket over yourself
“ holy shit..fuck, i’m so sorry” jaehyun yells covering his eyes trying to find the doorknob before practically running out of the room
it doesn’t take long for johnny to come into the room after hearing the commotion
“ y/n what is goi-” johnny stops mid sentence putting two into together
“ oh my god” he can’t help but laugh at your mortified state
“ john stop laughing, my pussy was quite literally in jaehyuns face” you shove your face into the pillow
he catches his breath before opening his mouth again
“ at least it wasn’t mark, he would’ve cum in his pants right then and there”
you shove him off of you as he tries to pull you into a hug
“ i’m never surprising you again” you say as your face remains red
after putting on decent clothes you go out to the living room meeting face to face with jaehyun who is sitting at the kitchen table
“ i’m so sorry” you say
“ no i’m sorry” he laughs it off
“ ouuu your eyes are so red” johnny laughs pointing to jaehyuns ears
“ dude can you blame me, i just saw a naked woman right in front of me”
“ my naked woman” johnny kisses your lips
“ when the fuck did you two get together and why was i not informed?” jaehyun asks
“ i mean technically we’re not together” you say
“ yet” johnny adds
jaehyun rests his head in his arms before looking up at the two of you
“ im sorry i ruined your sex plans, never would i think to be the one cockblocking” jaehyun gets up as he heads to the front door
“ no one speaks a word of what happened” he says as you and johnny agree
“ wait what happened?” johnny says trying to be funny
jaehyun scoffs before walking out of the door leaving you and johnny alone at last
“ well that was fun” johnny lightens the mood
by the look on your face he can tell you were genuinely upset
“ hey it’s okay, i’m sorry this happened baby but i had no idea you would be here especially basically naked” he coos
you look to the ground
“ i just wanted to do something special for you since you’ve been working really hard”
“ let’s do a redo okay?” he says before letting you scurry back to the bedroom as he walks out of his apartment waiting to walk right back through the door on your command
taeyong:
you haven’t heard much from taeyong today, he must have been super busy with work, that was until a “ you up?” text message popped up on your screen
you knew exactly what that meant
and as much as you wanted to deny it, you wanted it too
answering him quickly he tells you to join him in the studio
getting ready didn’t take long considering the clothes you wore to his studio were going to get stripped off of you in the matter of seconds once you got there.
and you were right
walking through the door you saw taeyong his headphones on nodding his head to the beat of the music
walking behind him you placed your hands on his shoulders causing him to slightly jump
“ geez you scared me, at least text me letting me know you’re here” he says
“ sorry i didn’t think about it” you pout
“ oh don’t pout sweet girl i was only joking” he stands up giving you a big hug
he sits down in his hair again but this time pulling you into his lap along with him
it doesn’t take long for you both to become touchy with each other, you kissed his neck as he moves his hands up and down your back
slightly grinding into his clothed cock he begins to whine
taeyong pulls your face up to look at him before he smashes his lips onto yours
“ tae i need you” you plead
he stands up placing you onto the desk before taking your shirt off while sucking on your tits
“ oh my god” you moan as he flips your skirt up moving your underwear to the side and entering his fingers into your pussy
through your loud moans you couldn’t hear anything else around you
not even the door opening as johnny stands there in the doorway
“ jesus christ where’s the decorum” johnny says gaining both of your attention
you quickly scramble off of eachother pulling your shirt and skirt down
“ since when were you two fucking” johnny asks
“ for a while man, what do you need?” taeyong
johnny stands there a second before answering
“ honestly i dont remember, continue whatever your doing i guess but next time for the love of god.. lock the door” he says before leaving
yuta:
the night was getting later and later as the music played and the members all drunkenly sang along to it
you were hanging out with the members as you usually do, perks of being johnnys best friend
but tonight everyone had way too much to drink and no one’s thoughts were clear
“ let’s play a game” jungwoo suggests
everyone agreed on two truths and a lie
everyone expect yuta.
at first the topics were lame, things such as blacking out before and smoking weed were mentioned but as the game progressed things became a lot more interesting
“ okay umm, i once threw up in johnnys shoe because i was so drunk, i almost accidentally posted a video of me jerking off on bubble and i hooked up with y/n before” haechan says
you immediately looked to haechan and then to yuta
“ oh come on man that’s so easy, we all know you didn’t fuck y/n” mark says
everyone agrees with mark
“ okay fine you’re right that didn’t happen but shit i wish it would’ve” haechan says slurring his words
you can tell that yuta wants nothing more than to bash haechans head in right now
you look to yuta giving him “ it’s okay calm down” look
“ dude i know like she’s so fine” taeyong agrees with haechan
“ i bet her pussy is just as pretty as she is” jaehyun says as he palms the boner in his pants that had occurred due to the topic of you
yutas face is red with anger as he tries his best not to say anything but as he notices all of their hungry eyes on you and jaehyun nearly stroking his clothed dick at the thought of fucking you made yuta snap
“ you guys realize she’s right here, she can hear everything you guys saying, you don’t think that’s completely disgusting” yuta stands up
“ yuta stop” you say trying to calm him down
“ no” he pulls his arm away from you
“the fact that you all can sit here and say those things about my girlfriend when i’m right here is fucking disrespectful, you’re lucky if i don’t beat the shit out of you”
the room goes silent
“ girlfriend?” haechan says completely out of it
“ bro we didn’t know you were dating” jaehyun defends
“ it doesn’t fucking matter whether we are or not it’s so wrong in so many ways to sit here and sexualize her like that” yuta gets up and walks out the front door
you run chasing after him
finally catching up with him you pull his arm so he is facing you
wrapping your arms around him you give him a hug before kissing his lips
“ thank you for doing that babe, really i love you so much” you say
“ you shouldn’t thank me, i didn’t do that just because im your boyfriend you know, i would’ve done it either way”
“ i know, but im grateful for you sticking up for me, i know they’re just drunk and horny but you’re right it doesn’t feel good to be talked about like an object” you place your head into his chest
“ don’t worry about me exposing our relationship, none of them will remember anything from tonight” he says raking his hands through your hair”
“ i don’t care anymore i want everyone to know that we’re together” you say looking up to him
he kisses your lips once more “ lets go back inside im sure they’re all passed out by now” he says leading you back into the dorm
doyoung:
“ does anyone know where my game controller went” haechan shouts as he looks all over the dorms
“ i dont know the last time you had it was when we played with doyoung in his room” marks says
haechan makes his way to doyoungs room, he knew it was wrong to look through doyoung stuff but he really needed his game controller
looking through some of the drawers he still hasn’t found it
pulling out another drawer haechan notices something, amongst the boxers taking up space in the drawer there was a pink lace thong sitting in it as well
“ what the fuck” haechan says closing the drawer
opening up the next one which he had to pull extra hard on for it to open sits a bunch of polaroid pictures, haechan can’t help but pick the pictures up
the imagines showed you sprawled out on his bed naked
haechans eyes widen as he realize that it is you in the photos
“ he’s fucking y/n?”
haechan closes the drawer before leaving the room
as he exits doyoung room he meets face to face with you
“ y/n um hi, what are you doing here” haechan turns bright red
“ i’m here to return this” you say handing him his controller “ i accidentally grabbed yours instead of mine” you laugh
“ oh thanks i was just looking for it in doyoungs room” he says
looking down at the obvious tent in his pants
his eyes widen looking back to you as you can’t help but laugh at the poor boys state
“ im guessing you opened a certain one of doyoungs drawers” you say
his face becomes red as he scratches the back of his neck
“ i was just looking for the controller” he stutters
“ it’s okay hyuck don’t be embarrassed, i told him to put a lock on it or something, how about we don’t tell anyone about this though huh? it’s our little secret” you say
“ yeah um of course” he replies
before haechan could go back to his room doyoung walks through the door
“ hey y/n” he says leaving soft lingering touches on your body
usually this would go unnoticed by haechan but after what he found out today he was picking up on all the little signs
“ what’s wrong with you, you look like you saw a ghost” doyoung asks haechan as they stand in the hallway
“ oh um. nothing..” haechan says pushing past you both to return to his room
“ he looked nervous” doyoung says looking to you
“ i don’t know maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have” you mumble
“ huh” doyoung furrows his eyebrows not hearing what you said
“ oh i said it’s probably nothing, let’s go lay down” you say smirking as you pull him into his room
jaehyun:
jaehyun had just come back from tour but with the members constantly being home there was no way for you two to have any alone time, it was torture for the both of you to be in a room together and not be able to fuck.. let alone look at each other for too long but today the members all had solo schedules so jaehyun took that as his time to spend alone with you
“ where is everyone” you ask as you walk into dorm
“ they’re still out doing schedules, mine ended earlier than everyone else’s” he said
you walk past him putting your belongings in his room before he follows you like a lost puppy
“ baby you’re really not going to give me a kiss” he pouts
you and jaehyun never used to get along, although being close with most of the members you and jaehyun seemed to clash heads more than anyone else
you both fought a lot and would act very petty towards each other often times whispering things under your breath to each other but loud enough for everyone to hear
as time went on you both realized that you didn’t hate each other in fact it was the complete opposite, maybe it was the immense sexual tension between you two that made you act bratty towards one another but you soon realized that instead your so called hate turned into lust and that lust eventually turned into love
as you both got deeper into your “ situationship” you realized there were real feelings involved and so did he
you love jaehyun and jaehyun loves you
it was something that you both weren’t shy to open up about with each other
that’s how you two ended up confessing to each other one night a few months ago which led to a relationship that was kept a secret from everyone, for now just enjoying each other company with no one involved in your business
“ oh my poor boy” you walk up to him giving him a big hug and kiss
you spent most of evening watching movies together and simply enjoying being in eachothers arms
“i’m getting something to drink” you declare walking into the kitchen as jaehyun follows you
grabbing a cup from the cabinet you fill it water before chugging it
“ damn babe you were thirsty” he smerks
you give him a weird look as you place your cup into the sink
“ im thirsty too but not for water” he whispers kissing on your neck
turning you around he smashes his lips onto yours
feeling yourself getting wet at his actions you moan into the kiss
jaehyun picks you up placing you on the edge of the kitchen counter
standing in between your legs he flips your shirt up and pulling your bra down latching his lips onto your tits
trailing kisses down your body, leaving marks where no one else would see them he stops at your heat
kissing you clothed pussy he takes your shorts off along with your underwear
spreading your legs he kneels down pulling you closer to his face so that your pussy is eye level to him
leaving soft kisses and marks on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe down your heat
completely diving into your pussy causing you to let out a loud moan
he chuckles in between your legs sending vibrations throughout your entire body
sucking on your clit you grab onto his hair arching your back
“ fuck jaehyun it feels so good” you moan
being caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the key turning in the door, as the door opens a loud voice echoed the wall
“ yo what the fuck” mark says turning around
you and jaehyun separate immediately gathering your clothes before putting them on once you are decent mark turns back around staring at the two of you, his face is bright red
“ really man on the kitchen counter, i made my breakfast there this morning” mark groans in annoyance
jaehyun can’t help but laugh
“ im so confused dude, i thought you hated eachother why did i just walk in on you devouring her” mark asks
“ i dont know man i was hungry” jaehyun cracks a joke, mark stares at him straight faced
jaehyun lets out a sigh
“ we’re dating” you spit out
jaehyun give you a quick glance before backing you up
“ wait a minute, dating in like?” mark tries to wrap his head around what you’re telling him
“ dating as in im his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend” you explain like you’re talking to a child
“ so you don’t hate each other?”
“ no mark obviously we don’t”
“ so it was just an act?”
“ partly, we didn’t get along the best in the beginning but it was really just us having mad sexual tension, as the two of us closer we realized we just needed to have really good sex with each other and then boom we fell in love”
mark looks to for verification
“ yeah i guess you can say that’s what happened” you chuckle
“ could you not tell anyone about us yet, we don’t exactly want anyone to know we’re a couple at least for right now” you ask mark
“ yeah of course your secret is safe with me, im too tired for this, im glad yall are together now or whatever but if you don’t want anyone else finding out about you two i suggest not eating her out on the kitchen counter, im never touching that damn thing again” mark says walking into his room
“ dont worry ill clean it” jaehyun yells to him
“ come on babe let’s take this too the room” jaehyun picks you up kissing your face all over
jungwoo:
jungwoo had been on tour for a few weeks now, finally getting back to the hotel from their show that they had just preformed
after washing up and ordering food with mark whom he is sharing the room with, jungwoo got ready for bed and eventually fell fast asleep
“y/n” jungwoo moans in his sleep causing mark to stir awake
mark looks to jungwoo confused as he sees his passive state laying his head pack onto the pillow only to lift it up again when jungwoo begins whimpering
at first mark thought jungwoo was having a nightmare until he turned on a dim light seeing jungwoo erection in his pants and strings of moans leaving his mouth along with your name
“ fuck y/n your pussy feels so good baby” he whimpers subconsciously
“ oh you’ve got to be joking, why me” mark sighs debating on if he should wake him or not
mark turned off the light and placed a pillow over his head to drown out the noise
jungwoo began to trust his hips into a pillow he was once innocently holding
jungwoo sprung awake as soon as he felt himself releasing into his boxers
it took a few seconds to realize what was going on
“ oh fuck” jungwoo curses at the mess he made in his pants
getting up he grabs new boxers and shorts out of his suitcase before heading to the bathroom to wash up
mark sits up as jungwoo comes back from the bathroom
“ had a good dream huh” mark smerks
jungwoo just sighs as he lays back down in bed
“ so you and y/n, are fucking” mark asks
junwoo shot up looking at mark
“ huh? what? what makes you say that” jungwoo says frantically
“ oh i don’t know man, maybe because you were moaning her name and saying how good her pussy feels while humping into a pillow” mark laughs
“ shit”
“ hey dude it’s cool, we’ve all had wet dreams before i sure as hell had my fair share of them” mark says
jungwoo takes a deep breath
“ yeah we’re fucking around with eachother, but she doesn’t want anyone to know, she’d kill me if she knew that you found out”
“ don’t worry about i won’t say anything, i’m glad your getting some finally” mark jokes
“ shut up bro” jungwoo throws a pillow at mark
“ oh he’ll nah that’s the pillow you were thrusting” mark shrieks kicking it off the bed
“ goodnight jungwoo, don’t wake me up again with your obnoxious moaning and shit”
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(mark and haechan are in my nct dream ver!)
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doyoung was a bit worried you would forget his birthday but he soon found out the surprise you planned for him because you’re so bad at hiding stuff he thought it was so cute he wanted to make you feel nice before the surprise as a thank you
jisung always gives you princess treatment so for his birthday you decided you would be doing all the work while he lays down enjoying you riding
johnny planned on making you scream his name all night for his special day he knew exactly how to do it
jaehyun is in love with your tits so of course one of your gifts to him for this special day had to have them involved
jungwoo was so happy on his day because he was in you all day his favorite place to be
ten knew you were truly going to make his day so good when he woke up to you going cray for his fingers
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Midday Reverie
Pairing: omega!Jaehyun x alpha!reader
Genre: Enemies to lovers (kind of), omegaverse, slow burn, smut.
Word count: 22.5k
Summary: After moving to the countryside to protect himself from hunters, Jaehyun is finally content: not only he lives away from omega stereotypes, but manages to get himself a job at the local sex shop. Everything is perfect until a huntress comes to town — one that, much to his surprise, is an alpha. And his mate.
Warnings: If you’re big/educated on omegaverse, know that I made the pairing a little non-traditional, with female alpha being able to get impregnated by a male omega. For smut, expect oral and unprotected sex, biting, scenting, toys, shibari, and extreme emotional involvement. This fic also contains mentions of death and descriptions of violence.
N/A: Wow, this was finished way faster than I intended. I hope you enjoy it! ♡
© This fic is an original work by jaevie, 2023.
After years of running and hiding, Jung Jaehyun could say that, for once in his life, he was happy, safe and free.
The countryside observed his absolute content — a young man with a serene complexion, glasses on his nose and thick black hair caressed by the sea-scented wind — as he walked downtown. Attracted to beautiful things, the sun petted the top of his head. Even the soothing landscapes kept an eye on him: the historical houses carved into the hills, the imponent cliffs, the flower fields extending their arms into the horizon, and the never-ending ocean who occupied itself leaving giggly pecks on the shore, a kiss marked by the whitest foam.
The small town Jaehyun had chosen to live in was graced with more than natural beauties, as a colorful village thrived in the middle, very similar to an artist’s canvas. Medieval but also vibrant, with several shades of bricks decorating the buildings, streets and squares. The air was often dense with the smell of bread coming from the bakery, fresh pasta from the restaurants, and flowers from the shops.
It was such a lovely place. Perfect for an omega.
Although many hurtful lies had been spread about his kind, Jaehyun accepted the truth. He was a gentle soul, patient, understanding and sensitive to other’s feelings. However, he was not what others claimed omegas to be: so weak and submissive he would beg for love and affection; so unable to control himself his hormones would turn him into an animal. And finally, Jaehyun believed, with his entire heart, that he did not need to rely on an alpha to be happy or to find purpose in life.
So when he noticed how cruel life could be, how omegas were treated unfairly and how the government was paying hunters to keep them under control, Jaehyun ran away. Thankfully, it worked out.
The small bell on the door rang softly when he stepped in, finding his boss already inside the shop. “Good morning, Jae!” Haechan cooed, expressive brown eyes matching his big grin.
“Good morning!” Jaehyun put his bag aside, noticing a bunch of new boxes on the floor. “I see the packages arrived.”
“These are going to sell like water!” Haechan nearly jumped from excitement. Had he not been human, he was probably going to be an omega too. Sometimes, Jaehyun wished he could actually like Haechan: that the shop owner’s scent edged him on, and that Haechan’s gaze could make him blush. Things would be a lot easier if Jaehyun could fall for a human. “Here are the new plugs, the clit suckers are there, and these…” Haechan opened one of the boxes, removing a toy Jaehyun had never seen. It had two different ends connected by a string: a white vibrator and a clitorial sucker. Yellow, blue and pink flowers were imprinted all over it. Quite honestly, it seemed to match a little girl’s birthday party. “This is the revolution, my friend. It sucks the clit while the vibrator thrusts itself in.”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened. Technology was really wild those days. “Wow!”
“I know! People can use it on their own and with their partners. Amazing, isn’t it?” Then, Haechan handed the toy over. “Here, this one is yours. Use it and give me your opinion. We need honest, accurate reviews.”
Jaehyun swallowed, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he felt the toy in his hands, rubbing his thumb against the smooth silicone. Perceptive as a fox, Haechan noticed his hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have anyone to try this with.” Jaehyun smiled without showing his teeth, dimples coming out shyly.
“Well, my boy, you can always try. Go out tonight and find yourself a lady. You don’t have to marry her, just a night will do,” Haechan encouraged with gentle taps on Jaehyun’s shoulder.
Deep inside, Jaehyun wished he could explain that his nature was way more complex. He was an omega, and omegas sought to have mates for life. Someone they could trust and thrive with, someone to complement their skills, to be nice to them. To build them a nest and keep them nice and warm. But no one should know about his nature. It was only going to put him in danger.
Laughing it off, Jaehyun kept his secret buried in his chest.
Heachan left after checking the storage to meet the marketing agency he had hired, leaving Jaehyun by himself. It was nothing unusual. Most of Jaehyun’s days were spent at the shop, anyway. He put all his efforts into keeping everything neat and being as attentive as he could muster, recommending the best toys for what the customers looked for. There wasn’t a single question he would not reply. At the end of the day, people felt comfortable to open up and listen, because there wasn’t anyone more patient and gentle-mannered than the sex shop’s salesman. And, obviously, comfortable customers made bigger purchases.
That was one of the reasons Haechan loved having Jaehyun as his employee. The other reason was Jaehyun’s looks. He was like an angel, with peachy skin, lively brown eyes, manly eyebrows and broad shoulders; Jaehyun was tall, soft and polite, cultured and humble. Haechan could not even guess how many people in town had a crush on Jaehyun, but he guessed the sales increase after his hiring was not a coincidence.
That day went by as ordinary: Jaehyun’s playlist was on in the shop — slow, melodic R&B tones that got the customers asking the name of the songs —, and a few customers arrived to check on new products. The sun was warm and life was good. Average, ordinary. Jaehyun liked it like an anchor liked to sit at the bottom of the ocean.
But when the bell on the door rang its premonitive chant, Jaehyun lifted his face to meet with the end of his peace.
You smelled like fading into sleep beneath the hot sun. Like an alluring adventure, a midday reverie. Orange-like, passionate, summerly. A scent so confident and strong he instantly knew that you were an alpha and that he liked you more than he ever wished to like Haechan. His heart, so candied, desired nothing but to be delicately held by your hands.
You did not look like most alphas, though. You were shorter than Jaehyun, with the average silhouette of a woman. Driven by details, Jaehyun registered the thin silver choker on your neck, from which small diamond stars hung; he took in how your hair crowned your face like moonlight made the night a thousand times more alluring. He looked into your eyes, sharp and dazzling, eyelids so long snowflakes could be captured in them. And the black, long jeans you wore? The oversized suit that combined your powerful aura? You had his knees trembling. Jaehyun stared in awe as you walked inside the shop, exhaling confidence and authority, running those unforgiving eyes on the shelves filled with vibrators, dildos and plugs, until they landed on him.
You tilted your head with a playful grin on your lips. “What’s wrong with your jaw?”
Jaehyun immediately closed his mouth without realizing he had opened it in the first place, his cheeks burning like flames on a stove. “I’m sorry, miss.” Sorry that you were so beautiful and it felt so right to just look at you — and that his mouth salivated at how gorgeously you messed with his brain. “H-how can I help you?”
Your gaze was analytical, cold even through the layers of playfulness. Only then he told himself that you were an alpha, and alphas were not to be trusted. How would he know you weren’t one of those hunters that tracked omegas and forced them into submission? Jaehyun had been lucky in hiding, but he knew most omegas had an unhappy ending. If you were an omega and an alpha caught you, you were sent back to the capital, and once you were there, you were forced to mate with someone your heart did not choose. It was a hideous crime against everything Jaehyun believed in, and he mentally thanked himself for taking his suppressants. That way, you wouldn’t be able to feel his scent. You would not even know he was an omega. Hopefully.
You stepped closer and closer, until Jaehyun could count the pores on your face. “I’m looking for a toy.” Your voice was velvety and calm, like a carpet that took him straight to the loveliest daydream.
Jaehyun nervously fixed his glasses. “Any preferences?”
“I like the flexible and potent ones. Extra points if they’re cute,” you replied, leaning on the counter — your scent, stronger with your proximity, could intoxicate his every blood cell. Why did it sound like he could be the toy you were looking for?
“W-we have this one, it arrived today,” Jaehyun was close to sweating as he handed you the new toy. “This end gives you clitorial stimulation. And this other end is-“
“Perfect for penetration,” you interrupted, using your fingers to explore the end that resembled the shape of a cock. “Does it thrust alone?”
“Yes,” Jaehyun's rosy cheeks embarrassed him further. “Excuse me, miss,” he politely pressed the button to turn the toy on, swallowing when you wrapped your lovely hand around the girth that started moving back and forth in a short, strong speed. He should not be thinking the things he did. God, he should not. “It has five different types of potency too.”
You nodded with a smile that only made you twice as beautiful, so much it was a scandal. “I’ll take it.”
Jaehyun proceeded to wrap the toy box for you, putting it inside the shop customized — but still discreet — bag. When you handed him your credit card, he quickly registered your name, and knew he had to say something else or he was going to regret his silence forever. “Are you new in town?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “I was transferred from the capital.”
“Really? What do you work with?”
“I’m a huntress.” Your honest reply almost made Jaehyun choke on his own saliva, but for the sake of his being, he did not. “You might’ve heard it. Rebellious omegas are moving to small towns, and the government is sending alphas to track them.”
Fuck. How Jaehyun was able to control the absolute agony in his face was even unknown to him. “So you’re an alpha, then…” he hummed as though he had not known.
“Yes,” you grinned like an angel holding a knife on its back, like a snake hidden in the bushes. “You’re not an omega by any chance, are you?” Your tone was mocking: you both knew the chances of an honest answer were low, in case he really was an omega.
“Human,” Jaehyun lied.
“I envy you. Human population is rising, and we are going down,” you sighed. “We wouldn’t, if omegas had the decency to face their destinies.”
Your words were like a sting in his chest. In true honesty, Jaehyun wanted to argue. To tell you what people called destinies was nothing but a way to both control and hurt omegas and alphas. He wanted to tell you what he thought: that omegas had suffered enough, seen as only useful for sex, to stay back home and take care of the kids and the housework while alphas, especially males, ran wild and free. Jaehyun wanted to tell you that your opinion was not only wrong, but violent. It made his heart ache, how you were part of the system he despised.
“I can imagine,” was all he said.
Your eyes held his gaze for a few seconds, as though you were trying to see through him, your nose trained to smell his lies. But you said nothing, accepting when he handed you the bag. “Thank you, mister…?”
“Jung. Jung Jaehyun.”
“I’m Y/N, but you already know that.” With a smile, you turned around to leave. When your hand was on the handle, Jaehyun spoke again.
“Miss, can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.”
“We still don’t have reviews on the toy you’re taking. With due respect, if you could write yours, so we can anonymously post it, I’d appreciate it.”
Jaehyun did not know how he mustered the courage to ask you that. Just like he didn’t understand how he resisted falling to his knees when you chuckled, frank and gorgeous and just made for him.
“You’ll hear from me soon, Jaehyun.”
Hidden into the dark embrace of the night, you were supposed to delight yourself in its secrets and maneuvers, but it was quite the opposite.
A cold drop of sweat ran down your temple as you squirmed on the bed. Another nightmare. It was as though you smelled the metallic notes of blood on your nose, dense and undeniable, while your mother, lying on the living room floor, tried to push the pup. Your fifth brother.
“He’s not coming out,” your mother insisted, her face salty with excruciating tears and laboring sweat.
Coldly watching from the balcony, your father sighed as if every word coming out of her mouth was made of pure, overreacting drama.
That night, after ten hours of pleading and sobbing, your mother and brother died on the cold floor. A pool of thick blood spread on the rug, and you were once again haunted by how your father told you to get it fucking off his face and clean it.
You woke up with a scream in your throat, that you swallowed harshly as sweat dripped down your nape. That nightmare was more frequent than you would ever like, and it repeated from time to time.
There was no escaping from the things you had seen. There was no exit from the way of the world, how females were meant to breed and bring live to pups. It didn’t even matter if they were alphas, betas or omegas. No woman was safe.
Every day, you did what you did not to end up like your mother. As long as there were omegas to hunt, you were not going to be forcefully paired with a random man that seeked to impregnate you. You would rather hunt a thousand omegas than allow anyone to put a pup inside you.
Even the cute, polite omega you had met that afternoon.
Jung Jaehyun. A name like sugary on your tongue.
Who was he trying to fool with those sweet eyes? Those plush lips, charming dimples, shiny black hair and his soft voice? Who was he trying to fool with that bewitching attitude that flourished right from the courteous and respectful garden of his heart?
You had come across attractive omegas before, with eyelashes so gracious that even the brattiness in their mouths came out alluring and dear, but it was different this time. Your heartbeat had been singing a different melody since you entered that shop, hoping to find another prey that would offer you a pleasing, feisty hunt. However, even the thought of Jung Jaehyun soothed your nightmare’s side effects, helping you focus on the devouring need to bring him to your arms and give him the world. A need so brutal it felt visceral.
You wanted to show him how you looked naked. To see his jaw dropping again, and to show him the true meaning of warmth.
But you had a file on him, a long list of information: where he was born, where his parents lived, what money the government was going to pay you for his capture. You knew his background, a lovely child that wished to be a theme park designer, mom’s only child, the best in class. You also had the address of Jaehyun’s suppressant provider.
All that information was like having a rope around his neck, a rope you were close to tightening in a firm, definitive knot.
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you chuckled bitterly, using your own blouse to wipe the sweat away from your face, and staring over at the sex toy on the bedside table, the same you had used as your head guided you back to him. His eyes, his hands, his lips.
You knew better than to give your heart any indulgence. Jung Jaehyun was your prey, and you were going to hunt him down.
“So, how was your night? Found a lady to try the new toy with?” Haechan cooed excitedly as he welcomed Jaehyun into the shop the next day.
If Jaehyun could give an honest answer, he would say that he put his vinyl records on, from Frank Ocean to Cigarettes After Sex, lit a musk candle, and counted how many suppressant pills he still had — everything so his mind would not chase you in its eternal longing for romance and belonging. You were a huntress, which severely compromised your morals and sense of judgment. It was so mean of you to do what you did, and still, Jaehyun wished you'd be gentle to him. A type of gentleness that put him to sleep and blew sweet air on his lungs — a type of care that was absolute, inviting and nesting. He wished you could build him a nest, with things that smelled like you, and bury him in your arms after a rough day. There was nothing else in the world that he desired as much.
“Not actually,” Jaehyun scratched his nape softly. “I preferred to stay home.”
“Ah,” Haechan’s excitement shrinked with himself, and he seemed smaller behind the counter. “I didn’t succeed either.”
Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?”
“I have not been in the mood lately, you know? Which is very weird, considering the way I am.” Haechan pouted, looking down at his hands. His sorrowful tone made Jaehyun come closer to rub his back in soothing circles.
“Don’t worry, Haechannie. We all have our phases.”
“What if it is not a phase? What if I have lost my libido forever?”
“So dramatic,” Jaehyun chuckled. “It won’t come to that. Give yourself time and be patient. You’ll feel ready again one day.”
Haechan nodded with slightly hopeful eyes, although his face still looked pouty. Slowly, his features allowed a bit of rage in. “What a shame! I need reviews for my shop and can’t even push myself to experiment with the toy I was the most excited about!”
Jaehyun mentally told himself to be quiet, but his empathy spoke louder. He couldn’t help it. Seeing people struggling was something he really hated. “We still can get reviews somehow, you know? I asked one of the customers that bought the toy to write us one.”
“You did what?!” Haechan stood up in shock. “Who did you ask?”
Jaehyun raised his hands in peace. “You don’t know her. She’s new in town. But don’t worry, Haechannie. I wouldn’t have asked her if she didn’t seem open.”
The owner seemed to calm down, but retorted suspiciously: “She’s probably into you. I bet she’s leaving a whole ass review with several details to make you think of her…”
“I don’t think so,” Jaehyun readily replied.
“Why are you always so humble, Jae? Don’t you notice the effect you have on others?” Haechan sighed, then analyzed Jaehyun a little closer. “Unless… Unless you’re interested in her, that’s why you asked!”
As much as Jaehyun admired his boss, sometimes Haechan’s cleverness really got on his nerves. “Stop saying nonsense!”
“Your ears are red. You’re definitely lying! Come on, tell me everything about her! New in town, you said…?”
Disconcertedly, Jaeyun removed his glasses and rubbed his eyelids. “I’m not talking about her. Please, respect it.”
Haechan was about to stick his tongue out at his employee when the bell on the door rang and they both turned around.
And just like that, the sensation of summer was once again in Jaehyun’s lungs, the smooth moves of your hair bringing the soft notes of oranges to his sensitive nose — and this time, as he awkwardly put the glasses back on his face, Jaehyun thought he was actually going to die, because you walked in wearing a leather jacket that matched your biker gloves.
You rode a motorcycle. It was just parked outside.
Holy shit, you were a fucking badass!
“Hi, Y/N!” Jaehyun was close to gagging, his ears turning twice as scarlet, like cherries. “How are you?”
“Hey,” you grinned gingerly, taking a moment to look at the young man right next to Jaehyun. “Perfect. You?”
“Fine. This is Haechan, he’s the shop owner. Haechan, this is Y/N, our new customer” he was quick to introduce you.
“Nice to meet you,” Haechan hummed in a tone that sounded almost like a seductive coo, which embarrassed Jaehyun a little.
“You have a lovely shop,” you smiled. “I just came back to tell Jaehyun I wrote the review.”
“Ah, thank you!” Jaehyun uttered. “You can send it to me and I’ll post it on our website asap!”
“With one condition,” you spoke, staring at him deeply. His eyes were sweet, but yours were menacing. “I’ll send it if you have dinner with me.”
Both Jaehyun and Haechan held their breaths. Your target blushed while his boss tried not to jump around in a supportive display of happiness, content that his reserved and discreet employee finally had the chance to go out with someone he was interested in.
Jaehyun, on the other hand, was nearly shock-circuiting, wondering if you really wanted to take him out or if it was all a strategy for you to find out if he was an omega.
But what could he do against the soul crashing desire to be with you? What will did he have against his own instinct?
Denying you was not an option.
“Sure,” Jaehyun managed to reply. “I’ll be happy to.”
Taking Jaehyun’s suppressant provider down was easily risked off your list. Piece of cake. The man, a neat guy named Jaemin, offered little resistance when you knocked on his door, which led to you finding his hidden lab and the several suppressants he stored in the garage. Jaemin was quickly sent to jail right after.
Without suppressants, Jaehyun would be unable to hide his scent. He was probably going into heat too, when the time came; heats were usually so ferocious and ruthless he was going to give you all the evidence required to send him back to the capital as an omega. That was how you planned on catching him.
Of course, as you faced him at the lovely street restaurant, with candles burning on the table and the moonlight rays blessing your encounter, he did not know you already had planned his downfall from start to end. You pitied him. You pitied everyone. But it had never stopped you from doing your job.
“This is one of my favorites in town,” Jaehyun looked at the restaurant facade, with an angelic arch of light blue flowers surrounding the wood doors.
“Glad I picked the right place,” you replied, sipping on white wine. “How long have you been living here, if I may ask?”
“A little more than three years.”
“And are you happy?”
Jaehyun nodded without hesitation. “More than when I lived in the capital. Here, life goes by slower. There’s no traffic and the violence ranges are lower than average. I’m closer to nature too. I really like listening to the birds sing when I wake up.”
There they were again, his sweet eyes. His plush lips, charming dimples, shiny black hair.
Your inflamed desire to give him everything he could possibly have,
“Adorable,” you smiled. At that very moment, one of your colleagues, Taeyong, was breaking into Jaehyun’s house to get rid of his suppressants. Dinner had just been an excuse to bring Jaehyun out. Or so you liked to think. “I suppose you enjoy the people too, besides the lifestyle. Your boss seems to be a lovely boy.”
“Haechan?” Jaehyun’s eyes widened as he winded up some spaghetti on the fork. It caught your attention, how smooth and lovely his manners were in his structure, with long slender fingers and defined muscles on his arms. “He’s my friend, that’s all. But yes, he’s really cool.”
“It must be fun, working at a sex shop…”
He chuckled, looking exceedingly cute in those reading glasses, with a smile so pure and genuine you wanted to kiss him. It ached, being in his presence and knowing you could not make him yours, like a true alpha did to an omega.
“I thought so too, when I was hired, but now I just focus on helping people find what they want,” Jaehyun explained, seeming a lot more comfortable around you. He had barely touched his wine, so you could not blame it on alcohol. Maybe he was just a sweet and outgoing communicator. “It’s impressive how sex toys can assist us. They make couples grow closer and help people who are discovering what they like, and even those who are facing sexual traumas. I really like what I do, it makes me feel important.”
Shit. He was really adorable.
“What about you?” Jaehyun continued. “Are you enjoying the town?”
“Kind of. I love the capital, but it is nice here too.”
“Is the hunt going well? I mean, did you find any omegas?”
“None,” you replied, trying to suppress how his boldness surprised you. “They’re getting harder to catch.”
Jaehyun looked down at his fork. “Maybe… Maybe they don’t want to have a miserable life, you know?”
Softly, you clenched an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I mean, think about yourself. You’re an alpha. Aren’t there any responsibilities that come with the title that you wish you could avoid?”
“There are, that’s why I’m hunting,” you honestly replied, feeding from the curiosity in his gaze. “As long as I’m working, I won’t be needed in reproductive matters.”
Jaehyun’s eyes squeezed. “So you hunt omegas and send them back to serve the same matters you personally run from?”
“Hypocritical, right?” you hummed nonchalantly. “But it is them or me, and I’ve made my decision a long time ago.”
Jaehyun bit the inside of his cheek. How complex it was, to comprehend one’s motivation. “Do you really think that’s the only solution?”
“Well, if you have a better one, I’m all ears,” you tightened your eyes at him, chewing on a buttered rigatoni. “You have a very determined opinion, for a human.”
“I’m interested in social subjects. I think societies can be more equal and gentle.”
Of course he did.
“I bet that’s motivation for selling toys too,” you guessed. Alphas, betas and omegas tended to only have sex with their mates when they had the chance; if they had not found their mates, sex toys were the best substitutes, and offered some kind of relief. “Tell me, how many omegas have you attended lately?”
“Is that why you wanted to have dinner with me? Because you think I’m turning my customers in to you?” Jaehyun firmly replied.
“Not really. I can always use some help, but you don’t have to tell me. And relax, I’m not here to investigate you. The review was only an excuse for me to get to know you a little better.”
Jaehyun blinked behind his glasses. "Did you like it? The toy?"
“Yes, I was really impressed” your eyes analyzed him like a fox eyeing a distracted white rabbit. You leaned over, and he immediately pulled his face closer to yours, as if you were going to tell him a secret. “What I liked the most about it was that the thrusting end firmly stays in, like a true knot.”
If Jaehyun had any wine in his mouth, he would have spat it out. But he did not, and even then, the poor guy choked on his own saliva, coughing inside his closed fist as you pretended not to be entertained. You rubbed his arm gently, like you were not trying your best to have him crumble in awe for you. “Did I say anything wrong, Jae?”
“N-no,” he shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “I just swallowed saliva and it went wrong. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really imagine that’s a huge thing for an alpha.”
“It is,” you agreed while handing him a glass of water. Your eyes then averted from his face, landing only for a second on his jeans, where an imposing volume outlined the zipper. Much to your surprise, the sight of his hardness made you damp on your panties. Fuck. You were turned on too, and Jaehyun was going to smell it. Well, let him. “Feeling any better?”
He nodded, trying to keep his eyes sober as he detected your arousal, looking almost lightheaded as he grabbed his fork back and went back to eating.
When Jaehyun got home that night, he felt like he was going to explode. His heartbeat frantically jangled in his ears, his eyes blurred with overwhelming tears, his pants tightened with the fantasies of his lifetime. Unsure, his mind was like a matryoshka doll, with layers of thought unraveling as he tried to figure out whether you intended on seducing him to yourself or on capturing him as an ordinary, worthless prey.
You. You were going to be the end of him. And he was going to very much let you.
Minutes after he arrived, his cell phone screen lit up with a new email notification. You had sent your review.
In the speed of light, Jaehyun clicked on it.
“It's different from any toy I've used. Heavier, too. I was unsure the clitorial stimulation was going to work out, because the nozzle was larger than my clit, but it fit just fine. I just had to keep my lips spread. The clit sucking end feels like someone is really sucking on your clit, moving their tongue up and down. That alone would make an amazing toy. But the moment I slid the other end inside, it was mind-blowing. My walls immediately clenched, and the combination of the pressure with how my muscles squeezed the toy was stupidly good. It reminded me of the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. Worth every penny.”
Jaehyun tried breathing as usual, fighting against the sinful images of you all naked, with your glistening pussy tightening the toy as it thrusted inside you. He tried shaking away the thoughts of your body squirming on the bed as your clit was sucked and your legs shook, your irresistible face contorted in the sweet bliss and pleasure the toy offered you.
Bravely, he fought the painful desire to touch himself. Until he remembered you said the toy resembled a knot, and fuck, Jaehyun wanted to give it to you: to be inside you, locked in, tied to you until you were both satisfied.
His permissive hand traveled down his navel. Just a little relief wouldn’t hurt, would it? He could have some fun, alone, without anyone knowing…
The remaining pieces of morality injected some reasoning into his brain.
He grabbed one suppressant pill from his wallet and swallowed it down with a sip of water — the glass had shaken helplessly in his hand on the way to his mouth. With a quick look, Jaehyun noticed he only had another six pills. His heat, too, was close, dangerously now that you were close to him. Heats, he remembered with a shiver, could be triggered by the presence of a soul bonding alpha, and even if Jaehyun resisted the thought that you could be his mate, it was definitely time to refill his wallet.
Taking a deep breath, he reached for the bedside table drawer. His heartbeat nearly stopped when he didn’t find the blister packs. Denying what he had already concluded, Jaehyun searched under his bed, in the bathroom cabinet, and even in the kitchen, but his pills were nowhere to be found. He knew what it meant.
As his heart cracked in more pieces than it was made of, Jaehyun knew you were hunting him.
“What do you mean Jaehyun isn’t here?” you clenched an eyebrow at Haechan, who pouted. He looked pretty much like a purry cat,
“He called in sick. Said he's got a fever. Was he well when you last saw him? You went on a date earlier this week, didn't you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, he sent me the review, by the way! Thank you so much, the details will definitely help.”
You couldn't tell if Haechan's words were mocking, or maybe he was just playful. “Not at all,” you hummed, leaving the shop without further conversation.
It was weird that Jaehyun had not sent you a single text after your encounter. Maybe he was too idiot to make a move after you told him about the knot thing, or perhaps he had found out that you were after him.
[Haechan just told me you're sick. Need anything?] you texted shortly after jumping on your bike to ride home. Your text was not delivered, much less seen.
Impatiently, you started worrying something had happened. You knew his address, but Jaehyun had never told you where he lived. Knocking on his door meant exposure. Shaking the idea away, you attempted to find distraction in a long bath that left your skin flushed, your fingers wrinkly like plums. Still, your mind restlessly played you like a chess, awakening your impulsiveness. What if Jaehyun needed help? What if he was sick indeed? What if he was…
Oh, so you did care about him.
“Screw it!” you resolved, readily standing up from the tub and leaving a trail of determined drops where you stepped, heavy and firm.
You rode as though you were late to a crucial event, your cheeks burning in touch with the cold breeze as your bike cut the night like a deadly knife in a birthday cake. In your ears, the beat of your heart musically revealed the bitter sensation of despair. Your plan was perfect. Jaehyun was perfect. You could not let him slip between your fingers.
However, when you got to his house and the lights were off, you knew he had.
He had run away from you.
For three days, you did not hear anything from Jaehyun. He did not leave a trace, not a merciful clue, as if he had never been there. The only connection between you and him was named Haechan, and his purry presence did not make those gut-wrenching days any less sore.
Every waiting hour left a bitter taste on your tongue. You walked on a tightrope, and emptiness was a blade that cut it thinner. Somewhere in the middle, you were unable to know if you wished to find Jaehyun to kiss or to torture him. All you knew was that you had failed both as a hunter and an alpha. You even had the hypocrisy to feel offended that he left, because, by leaving, he was denying you and everything you could be.
They said that when an alpha crossed ways with their omega, they felt like giving them the world. Like protecting them with the strength of their arms and the sharpness of their minds. It was what being a mate meant: a strong and undeniable bond, crafted by the angels of love and desire, to create roots so firmly into the ground that no one and nothing could stand between them.
You lied to yourself by thinking Jaehyun was all about the hunt. Deep inside, you knew he was far more than that. You knew your anguish and anger meant you hated that he was far away from you.
[No sign of him?]
[Not a shred.] Taeyong texted you back.
You wanted to scream, but decided to have a pistachio ice cream by the beach instead, angrily kicking the rocks with your feet as the sun shone — as though it had any reason to.
Where the fuck was him? Where the fuck was your omega?
How quickly you grabbed your phone after it vibrated on your pants pocket was insane. “Got any news?”
“Yes, Jaehyun’s back!” Haechan replied.
At daylight's speed, you ran to the shop. The purple shadows of dusk covered your hurried pace, legs burning all the way down the dark paths of your desire, your voice demanding under your breath when you walked in. “Where is him?”
Haechan readily got up, motioning for you to come with him. “In the back.”
Obediently, you followed him like a dog after a treat. It was only when you were inside the room where Haechan stored the toys that you noticed something was awfully wrong. However, you had no time to act on it.
Haechan had already handcuffed and locked you inside.
What happened next was something you would never imagine. The purry but also mischievous Haechan really commanded you around.
“You have to stay silent if you want to see Jaehyun,” he explained while blindfolding you. Needless to say he had already grabbed your phone and you were helpless, unable to call for help. Not that you would make a scandal, because now you were curious what that was all about. “I’ll drive you to him, but you have to behave.”
“When this is over, I’ll come to get you,” you growled, even though you did not mean what you said.
“Whatever.”
Humans.
It was night when Haechan led you to a car, putting you on the back and cuffing your ankles too. “Why are you doing all this?” You asked calmly. If Jaehyun had planned all that, you knew you did not need to fear. “Can’t you be civilized?”
Even if you couldn’t see him, you swore Haechan rolled his eyes. “I don’t trust you, Y/N. You’re mean and manipulative, and I’m just doing this because Jaehyun wants to talk to you. But I’ll do it my way.”
Exactly like you had suspected.
Much to Haechan’s delight, you managed to stay quiet for the whole trip. Not knowing where you were going to really bothered you, your instincts found such helplessness absurd, but you knew it was going to pay off if you saw Jaehyun again.
It took hours. And hours. But you finally arrived.
Haechan led you to what seemed like a house, and soon enough you were alone in a room, sitting on a chair. After a few minutes, your senses captured another presence, and the way your heart soothed told you everything you needed to know.
You felt some strange type of relief shivering down your spine, and said nothing. Let him speak.
“I hope the cuffs are not too tight. Are they burning?” Jaehyun asked, and you could have moaned at the mere sound of his voice.
“Oh, you made such a fool out of me… And now you’re trying to be gentle,” you chuckled sourly.
“I’ve always been gentle,” Jaehyun retorted. “But you were hunting me, and I’d rather make a fool out of you than fool myself.”
“I can’t make fun of that. Can I see, please?”
Jaehyun readily complied, removing the blindfold. You tried opening your eyes, but sunlight caught them unprepared. Slowly, as your eyes adjusted, you noticed Jaehyun was in an armchair right in front of you. He looked at you worriedly. His presence had you so focused you only noticed you were in a living room seconds later.
“What’s your plan now? Turn me in to the rebels?” you asked. There were illegal communities of beta and omegas who had rebelled against the capital.
“No,” Jaehyun said. “I want to talk to you. Omega to alpha.”
“All this for talking?” You nearly spat, a strand of your hair landing on your face.
Gently, Jaehyun leaned over to tuck it behind your ear. “I didn’t know how you were going to react, Y/N. You had all the power back then, and I needed to make sure I was not at risk. I told Haechan to be nice to you. I really meant no harm. I’m sorry about that..”
You breathed. “Go on. I don’t think there’s anything else I can do but listen.”
“I want you to listen openly. I know I’ve deceived you, but I really want us to get to an agreement. That’s why I brought you here.”
You let his words sink in, sure you looked quite ridiculous, all cuffed, unable to defend yourself. “Why, Jaehyun?”
His eyes almost faltered, but did not leave yours. “Because I like you.”
As if you were in middle school, your heart beat so fast it could have climbed up your throat. How silly it was, to be liked. To be adored, admired, to be wanted around. How stupid it was, to be responsive to one’s liking. To think you had finally found your mate after years of loneliness and pain, divided between who you truly were and who you could have been.
It was almost cruel, how Jaehyun messed up with the roughness it took you years to build.
His hands shook. Your scent in such a closed, small space was making it harder for him to think. “I’ve liked you since the day you first walked in the shop. I know you’re hurt by your own status, just like I have been, and I think I can help. Please, Y/N, let me offer you a different point of view. Let me convince you you don’t have to hurt others to be happy.”
“You lied to me. You and bloody Haechan.”
“You lied to me too. You’ve even stolen my suppressants, which is far worse in my humble opinion,” Jaehyun reminded you with the calmest of tones. “But I am here, ready to give you a second chance. All I ask is for you to give me one too.”
You simply stared at him. Your eyes resembled a sky that had both light and heavy clouds, with glimpses of sun and rain. An intrinsic inner battle. Finally, you acquiesced with your chin. “Go on.”
Jaehyun fixed his glasses before speaking. “I know I’m more than a pup maker. I have dreams. I want a good life, with friends I can count on, a life where I can be safe and have the same rights as anyone else. And if I ever have pups with someone, then it will be because we both agreed on it,” he breathed, sincerity dripping from his lips like wine. “That’s why I ran away and why I will not let you hunt me that easily. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m sure life as a female alpha takes a heavy toll. Whatever you went through, you deserve healing. You deserve to be heard and validated, Y/N. It is not others that dictate how you should live. What you want matters.”
His entire speech was like seeds of roses planted in the confinements of your chest. “How we should live is beyond us,” you spoke skeptically.
“Only because you choose to believe so,” Jaehyun disagreed. “If I had, I would certainly not be here. If you do, you’ll see hurting others is not your only option.”
How could Jaehyun be so understanding, so forgivable, so lovely? How could he offer you a chance of redemption? It amazed you. Badly. You breathed every particle of the room inside your lungs, so deep it was the first time you smelled the musky, leathery scent coming from the man in front of you.
The suppressants’ effects… They were low. Almost non-existing.
Jung Jaehyun smelled like the rawest of desires.
“If I decide to trust you, what’s it going to be?” you asked, pretending you were not lightheaded.
“We leave here together,” Jaehyun proposed. “And I promise you’ll have all the safety you need by my side.”
Most alphas would have laughed at the perspective of finding safety on an omega, but you did not. You tasted it. How good it would be, to have someone you could rely on. Someone patient, strong, who added to your dreams and aspirations. Someone you could be yourself with.
Your eyes softened, your wrists relaxing inside the cuffs. “Let me go, then.”
“Do you really accept it?” Jaehyun carefully confirmed.
The air stood dense between you two, hanging like a sword on a wall, an icicle on the top of a cave, and also like a gentle caress coming from a waiting hand.
You nodded. “I do.”
He stood up and approached the chair slowly. As his hands uncuffed you, you paid attention to the slenderness of his fingers. His musky scent was messing up with your head, your veins pumping blood to your lower body, even though you resisted the natural urge to touch Jaehyun whole as he uncuffed you like a real gentleman would.
Once you were free, he gazed at the reddened skin of your wrists. In an act that apparently was beyond any reasoning, Jaehyun gently brought them to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to where the metal had left a slight burn.
Your lips shook with the force of your breath. The man was crazy, a soft freak and a lord all together. With every passing second, you wanted him more and more. Holding his silky gaze, you mustered a grin before abruptly grabbing the hair on his nape and pulling Jaehyun down to his knees.
His eyes widened in fear.
“You’re so fucking naive,” you scolded. “Next time, think twice before trusting an alpha. Not everyone is like me,” you let your grip loosen, helping him stand up once again. “Promise me.”
His pupils adjusted back into a soft gaze. “You scared me,” he admitted.
“That’s the idea. Promise me.”
“I promise. I’ll be more careful.”
It was what you wanted to hear. Slowly, Jaehyun’s fingers returned to the gentle, languid caresses on your wrists.
“I suggest you back off if you don’t wish to be claimed,” you sighed.
His eyes had darkened at your words, his Adam’s apple tensing as he pulled his hands away in a respectful manner. “As I said, I like you, Y/N. Genuinely.”
Affection was a new, alien thing to you. However, your instincts encouraged you to embrace it, even if at your own pace and time.
“We both have instincts that can rush things. I’d be careful,” you explained, smoothly brushing his hair back. How the silky strands slid between your fingers felt like touching the clouds.
“You’re scared of love,” Jaehyun concluded, making you smile frankly.
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’d happily give myself to a good alpha if we loved each other. I believe in long-lasting, healthy relationships.”
Your smile faltered. “I don’t think the world is ready for that, Jaehyun.”
“I don’t need it to be.”
You averted your gaze to the window. There was a sunny road outside, with few cars passing.
Minutes ago, you decided to leave the house. Jaehyun took you to a car, an old yet functional Chevy Impala.
“Where’s Haechan?” you asked.
“In his parents’ house. He was born here.”
You hummed, getting into the passenger seat. “He won’t be coming back with us, I hope?”
“No,” Jaehyun shook his head, already in the driver seat. “Also, don’t be mad at him, Y/N. He didn’t know I was an omega until I found out you had stolen my suppressants. And as weird as it was, Haechan was very willing to help. We thought it’d be better to take you somewhere far away, because you’d have less advantages.”
“I might forgive him for a few things,” you cooed, then looked over as Jaehyun started the engine, his fingers grabbing the wheel firmly. “What about your suppressants?”
“I’ve got a few more left,” Jaehyun replied. “But since you stole all of my supply and Jaemin is probably in prison now, I have to be careful.”
“Didn’t have any luck finding another provider?”
“As if I’m telling you,” Jaehyun chuckled.
You laughed along. “It’s my job, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” his tone was slightly more serious now, as he drove through the peaceful streets. “What did you do before hunting?”
“My dad had a law office. I studied law too, but never quite liked it.”
“What do you like, then?”
You caught your breath, your voice two tones lower, almost inaudible. “Baking.”
Jaehyun’s eyebrows lifted in sweet surprise. “Like, baking bread?”
“Baking cakes. I’m really good at it,” you admitted, looking down at your hands. You had always been ridiculed because of your hobby. Your father, brothers and sisters constantly accused you of wasting your time with such stupidities. Alphas were born for high power positions: politicians, lawyers, doctors, CEOs… But baking cakes? That was a job for omegas. The weakest of the weak. You were taught that, even if you did not fully agree. The only person who supported you was your mother, because she expressed her love through the awesome, homemade dishes she cooked. However, as your mom had passed and you grew older, you preferred putting your efforts into something more socially accepted than to perceive the distant dream of having a bakery — even if you felt truly accomplished whenever you looked at a cake you had baked.
“That’s so nice!” Jaehyun encouraged. “What’s your best cake?”
Your heart fluttered at his genuine curiosity, making you bite the inside of your cheek. “Pistachio.”
“I love pistachio!” the man cooed excitedly. “I’d like to try it if you're okay with it.”
“I haven’t baked in forever,” you mentioned.
“Well, you have time now that you don’t have to hunt me,” he chuckled.
As the morning turned into afternoon and the sky was outlined with purple clouds, you noticed Jaehyun had driven considerably. By the corner of your eye, you caught him yawning sleepily. Shifting in the passenger's seat, you hummed. “Let me drive for a little.”
“I’m fine.”
“You want me to trust you but can’t trust me?” you pricked.
Jaehyun fixed his glasses. Such a cute habit he had. “Well, you’re the deadly one.”
“What you did to me can easily be considered kidnapping, Jaehyun.”
“But you know it was not like that, right? I mean, do you feel kidnapped?” he asked to be sure, making you chuckle.
“People have done worse things to me. Come on, let me drive.”
“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “What worse things?”
“I might tell you one day.”
You waited for the purple sky to turn dark with sparkling stars. You waited for the breeze to turn colder. You waited until Jaehyun just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Get some sleep,” you encouraged as you changed seats, holding his cautious gaze. “It’s fine, Jae. Trust me.”
Stubbornly, Jaehyun fought his own tiredness even after you were driving. His eyes got swollen from tiredness, his yawns became more frequent, and he pinched his own cheeks in an attempt to stay awake for a little longer, as if he feared you were going to disappear if he slept.
But it was quite the opposite, because when he finally closed his eyes and peacefully slept on the passenger seat, you knew you never wished to stay away from him.
The flowers swayed with the wind, and so did his hair. Jaehyun had not remembered arriving to the fields, but we couldn’t care less about the reason: you were right by his side, and it was all that mattered. “These are beautiful.” With a grin, you leaned closer to smell an orange tree flower. The hot shades of sunset matched you like an artist’s masterpiece, Jaehyun thought while relishing in the image of you acting so free. He wished nothing but to let you be.
“Just like you,” he whispered, another lovely flower blossoming between his fourth and fifth ribs.
You straightened yourself, coming closer to him and swiftly removing the glasses from his face. Jaehyun almost forgot how to breathe with you so close, your orange perfume making his head spin, his fingers shaking in nervousness. Your face got closer, and closer, and then…
And then he felt a hand on his shoulders, shaking softly. “Jaehyun,” your voice called, but did not come out of the image in front of him. “Jaehyun, we’ve arrived. Wake up.”
Untangling himself from his dream, Jaehyun swore the oranges still smelled fresh on his nose, and that he could feel the temperature of your breath against his cheek. It was just wishful thinking, though, because you were sitting on the driver seat. It was dark night and the car was parked right in front of your house.
“For how long did I sleep?” he cleared his throat, relieved that you were both back in town.
“Not enough,” you replied shortly. “Take some rest tonight.”
“I'll try to,” he breathed. Oranges. Oranges everywhere making him crave you like the trees craved the rain to flourish. “Can I see you tomorrow?”
“You can.” You opened the car door to leave, shivering when the piercing cold breeze hit your skin and thundered on your bones.
Extremely sensitive, Jaehyun jumped from the car and hushed to your side. Without a word, he removed his hoodie and handed it over to you. You stared in awe, eyes big with admiration and delight, as if he had achieved global peace or discovered the cure to every disease. “What’s that for?” you asked.
“I don’t want you feeling cold.”
“Jaehyun, I’m like, eight meters away from my door.”
“Eight cold meters.”
Slowly, you grabbed the piece of clothing. It was impossible that someone was that amazing and kind-hearted. You had never met anyone like Jaehyun before, and it made you feel something in your chest that was strange, foreign, almost agonizing. You could not name it.
You put the hoodie on in front of him, pretending not to notice his pupils widening at the sight of you wearing something his. The musk, leathery scent was all around you again, making you almost bounce on your feet out of excitement. “Thank you,” you murmured.
“Not at all.” His features suddenly changed, as though he remembered something. “Ah, here’s your cell phone,” Jaehyun grabbed it from his back pocket, and your fingers brushed when you took it in your hands. “Sleep well, Y/N,” was the last thing Jaehyun said before entering the car to drive to his house — only after you had come inside, of course.
You locked the door and pressed your back to it, closing your eyes as though you needed the dark and the silence to absorb everything that happened in the past hours. Jaehyun had maneuvered you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine, and it was both revolting and pleasing. How willing he was to just be with you, with raw sincerity in his eyes, shook you to the core. It made your bones soft and your resolve like water, flowing, delicate, transpassing obstacles.
Such a weak alpha you were, afraid to act on what you truly desired.
Because it was clear, once you pulled the fabric of his hoodie to your nose, that you wanted him. That you were meant to be.
That he was your mate.
What you felt on your chest, you then knew, was hope.
The next day, shortly after you woke up, your phone vibrated on the bedside table.
[Do you like picnics?]
[I do.]
[Great. I’ll pick you up at 1PM].
Punctually, Jaehyun knocked on your door. Punctually, you opened it, surprising him with two things. The first one was that he had never seen you dressed so casually, with high-waisted jeans, a plain black shirt and white sneakers, hair in a simple bun allowing the sight of delicate earrings hanging from your ears. The second thing was that you held a small tray in your hand, covered by a gingham cloth, that smelled precisely like pistachio.
“You baked? Seriously?” Jaehyun’s eyes widened, and he hid his gracious smile behind his hand, causing your heartbeat to quicken.
“If you’re going to act this fucking cute I’ll just leave the cake here,” you replied impulsively, unsure of how to deal with what sounded like praise.
“Please, don’t!” In a heartbeat, Jaehyun lowered his hand and straightened himself. Deep inside his chest bones, his heart fluttered. You had baked for him. “I just didn’t expect it. Thank you.”
You nodded somehow sternly. A little voice inside your consciousness blamed you for being so rigid.
“Come,” Jaehyun offered you a smile, stepping aside so you could follow him to the Chevy Impala.
“Where are we going?” you inquired.
“You’ll see.”
Surprises made you uneasy. As did not being in control. However, for Jaehyun, you made a little effort — you knew it was important for him to make decisions. Thankfully, it paid off, because the car rode all the way up the hills until it reached the top of a cliff. It was easily one of the most beautiful sights you had ever put your eyes on, something only the countryside could offer, with sunlight rays dancing with the velvety waves, the foam kissing the beach like a devoted lover’s embrace.
“What’s wrong with your jaw?” Jaehyun chuckled, making you notice your mouth was agape. You also remembered it had been the first thing you asked him.
“This is beautiful,” you commented, the corners of your lips lifting in a discreet smile.
“It is, right?” Jaehyun sighed. The breeze lifted his hair slightly as he grabbed a basket from the backseat, and a towel that matched the cloth on your tray. He then proceeded to spread the towel on the ground and remove the things he had brought: homemade sandwiches with cheese, pesto and tomatoes, strawberries and peaches, orange juice and a local brand of chocolate you had never seen. You joined him, placing your tray on the towel and removing the cloth to reveal a small pistachio cake covered in buttercream. It might have taken you hours to get it done. “Let’s eat!”
You crossed your legs on the towel, reaching for the sandwich while Jaehyun poured you juice. As you took a bite, your mouth was filled with delectable flavorsome layers that reminded you of your mother. The care in each slice of cheese, the carefulness in dosing the olive oil for the pesto, and the perfectly smoked tomatoes sharpened your taste, causing your eyes to water. Uncontrollably, you chuckled out of joy.
Jaehyun joined you, a face so pure and glad it seemed to shine like the ocean waves. He was just… Just so soft-looking you wanted to squish his cheeks and kiss his forehead. “What? Is it good?”
“It kind of… It kind of reminds me of my mother,” you replied, comfortable enough to share something so private it weighed like a pirate’s treasure in your chest.
“Really? Does she cook for you?”
You took another bite. “She did, when she was alive. I guess it was her love language. In fact, she was the only one who supported me baking.”
Jaehyun looked carefully at you. “I’m sorry. Losing her might have been hard.”
“The hardest thing I’ve ever been through,” you admitted, contemplating the ethereal sight in the harmonic horizon. It was only now that Jaehyun listened that you realized how badly you’d been wanting to talk about your mother, as if the filter between your mind and brain stopped functioning. How could you keep secrets from the only person destined to you? Mates shared. Mates understood. “She died while trying to give birth to my ninth brother.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen. That’s why I decided to work with anything that didn’t have to do with getting pregnant.” Your eyes, frank, held his gaze.
Jaehyun nodded, and said nothing for a while. “How many omegas have you hunted, Y/N?”
“About a hundred.”
“And how do you feel about it?”
“It’s a heavy guilt to carry on my shoulder, but it does seem small in comparison to a lifetime being used for my body. I know it sounds hypocritical, and it probably is, but it was my choice,” you replied.
“I don’t blame you,” Jaehyun took a bite on the sandwich, using his thumb to wipe off the pesto at the corner of his lower lip. “It’s hard to see beyond the rules.”
“What about you? What’s your background?”
He took a deep breath. “I was born and raised in the capital. Went to a boy’s school. You know how alphas, betas and omegas had classes together, right? Since then I couldn’t understand why alphas always bullied others and got away with it. If I opened my mouth, I was arrogant and full of myself, but if an alpha spoke, he was powerful, opinionated, and influential. I was bullied a lot for just being me, you know? Of course I spoke back, so I was in trouble quite often, being threatened and stuff. My mom and dad were very supportive of me, we had to move a few times…”
Empathetically, you wondered what it meant for an omega to constantly move. They were highly adaptable, but sought for stability and safety.
“So when I heard that omegas were rebelling and moving to the countryside to build their own lives, I didn’t think twice,” Jaehyun concluded. “I’ve been happier ever since.”
“Your parents might be nice people,” you commented, reaching for a peach. “Do you miss them?”
“Everyday,” Jaehyun smiled. “I call them on a weekly basis, so we’re fine.”
“That’s lovely.”
“What about you? Do you keep in touch with your family?”
You shook your head. “I don’t speak to my dad. We’ve always been the perfect alpha family, but it came with a high cost. My mom was always pregnant, even when she was tired and getting too old to bear. Dad thought it was her job, and we did too. But now… Now I understand she suffered alone.”
The salty breeze gently touched your faces and clothes as you shared confidences. Jaehyun’s understanding soothed you. He made you feel at ease, like sharing your experience was natural and necessary. You liked it.
“You were just a kid, Y/N.”
“I know.” A small smile bloomed on your lips. “I try not to blame myself. All I want is to live differently.”
And that he understood. “I’d say the more we live differently, the more we show others that it’s possible,” Jaehyun said while slicing the cake.
“You’re not wrong.”
It made butterflies fly in your stomach when he chewed on the cake with a content moan, his eyes closing and his eyebrows furrowing at the delicacy in his mouth. When his eyes opened again, Jaehyun’s brown irises reflected light as if the sun had set within his soul.
There were no words to describe that day but lovely, dear and sincere. You had never been on a date with someone before, at least not one where you saw yourself free from the norms of your status. There had been no need for you to be aggressive or demanding, like alphas were portrayed, and instead of playing the role of the needy submissive omega, Jaehyun was just… Normal. Respectful, wise, and so cool you admired him as a person.
You spent the entire afternoon sharing stories, talking about hobbies — he told you about his vinyls and you told him about baking — and contemplating nature. Time by his side seemed to pass two times faster.
“Thanks for today, Y/N,” Jaehyun smiled once you were in front of your door. “Thanks for trusting me and giving me a chance.”
“Thank you,” you emphasized. “I really had fun. Next time is on me.”
At your words, Jaehyun’s face lit up. You reacted too, your heart beating so fast you shivered, nearly forgetting how to breathe when his scent felt suddenly stronger to your heightened olfactory senses. He got so excited with the idea of you meeting again that his scent exhaled twice as freely.
Even if you liked to think you mustered enough self control to resist him, your body surrendered to arousal in no time. You closed your eyes, clenching your hands into fists.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” You only registered Jaehyun’s worried tone before replying.
“You’re practically rubbing your scent on my face right now,” you admitted, aware that as an instant response, your pheromones started exhaling too, mainly from your neck and inner thighs. Your bodies functionated beyond your reasoning, blood running warm and fast, desiring to mate, to be tangled to one another. A biological necessity to be all over him, and to protect Jaehyun with tooth and nail. It was how scent glands worked, releasing pleasurable smells that expressed raw bodily and emotional needs.
Your eyes opened, trying to gather some control even though they were sedated by desire.
Jaehyun’s ears were once again red. “M-my heat is approaching,” he muttered. “And you’re close to me, s-“ Jaehyun stopped himself. Now, he smelled your scent twice as strong too, a scent that was alluring and dominant. Perfect for him. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he praised without noticing, mouth numb with craving.
Only God knew how badly you were trying to control yourself. “Go home, Jaehyun,” you said authoritatively.
“Y-yes“ he stuttered, cheeks as red as his ears. “I should, right?”
“Absolutely,” you nodded firmly. “If you don’t want me to mark scent you, you fucking should.”
Jaehyun nearly grunted, both because of your intentions, and because of how seductive your voice sounded when you cursed. “What if I want to?” He asked.
Motherfucker.
And you loved it.
“You’re aware that mark scenting you can easily trigger your heat, right? And that your heat can cause me to go into a rut.” You reached for his wrist, simply holding it in place. Ruts had a similar purpose to heats, to find a mate and breed, even if contraceptive methods could keep you from getting pregnant. “That isn’t a nice idea, is it?”
“It’s a perfect idea,” Jaehyun challenged.
“You’re playing with me,” you warned. “Even if I’m being nice and collected, I’m still an alpha. I can be dangerous, Jaehyun.”
His gaze pierced yours with the firmness of a grip, and you knew he was about to say something to break your resolve before he even opened his mouth. “What kind of danger my mate can possibly put me in?”
Snapping, your grip on Jaehyun’s wrist pulled him flush to you. Your chests collided and your breaths violently mixed before you grabbed the hair on his nape and tugged hard, tilting his head to the side. His exposed neck made you groan lowly, the musky scent directly wetting your undies. You had to mark him so bad it ached in your guts, and the moment you stuck your tongue out and gave a broad lick on his skin, your body shivered, your nipples hardened and your hip rubbed the volume in Jaehyun’s pants.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he trembled.
“Shh, quiet” you instructed, in charge, breath blowing against the wet trail left on his skin. “Just feel it.”
You lifted your weight on the tip of your toes and rubbed your neck against Jaehyun’s, warm skin against warm skin. Parents scented their children, friends scented friends, packmates scented packmates — but scenting between mates was a whole different thing, an encounter of souls wrapped in animalistic bodies. It felt like your soul was touched for the first time, as you left your scent on Jaehyun’s neck, marking him as yours, telling others that he belonged to you. And he felt it too, a sensation so deep in his guts resembling the coziness of an established home. As though he never had to move in his entire life. Ever.
It was so intimate you felt naked in front of each other.
Slowly, Jaehyun’s hands found support on your waist. The grip on his nape softened, and soon he was rubbing his face against yours affectionately, cheeks brushing in a loving manner that made you flush. His heat was closer than ever, but this time it was different: heats usually led Jaehyun to lock himself in a room, surrounded by sex toys, a slave to the basic needs of his body to mate and find relief. However, with you he felt… Shit, he felt loved and taken care of, and it only amplified his craving. It was better, it was whole. It was mating.
“I love this,” he admitted.
You grinned, letting your nails scratch his neck gently. His cute shivers widened your smile. “Me too.”
Jaehyun wet his lips with his tongue. “Can I see you again tomorrow?”
You could not precise how exactly you loved that he did not intend on having sex with you that night. It was so much better that way, especially compared to the expectations of sexually aggressive alphas taking their pleasure as soon as possible. His question meant that you could take your time, because there was no running and hiding. You’d be together time and time again, until it felt like the moment was right.
“You can,” you chuckled, and yet another alien feeling assaulted your heart.
You suspected it was called happiness.
Hours later, you got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and the silliest of smiles on your face. The euphoria of finding your mate was real, so carved it could be felt in the flesh, like an iron bullet. Your heart, toughened by time, prejudice and rage, now opened its arms to enjoy a feeling so holy you could crown it as your favorite.
You had a mate. And your scent was on him.
You could still feel Jaehyun’s perfume on you too, and all over the hoodie you had kept by your pillow, to smell him again and again.
For the first time in years, you were soft.
“Whipped,” you accused playfully as you looked at your image in the mirror, wondering how Jaehyun was feeling at that exact moment. You wanted to know. So, without further thought, you grabbed your phone to text him — and you would have, if other messages did not steal your attention. Messages sent by Taeyong.
[We found an omega pack hiding in a nearby city from where you are.
We’re gonna need you to come with us, so backups were sent to help you with Jaehyun.
We’ll be there tomorrow.]
You swallowed thickly, your heart faltering, your hands shaking. It could not be. You could not let Jaehyun get caught. You could not lose him now.
Or maybe… Maybe you were being stupid risking your own life and position for… For love.
Taking a deep breath, you started typing.
[Appreciate that. See you tomorrow.]
Jaehyun was God’s favorite. He was God’s most loved child, because only he was allowed to step in Her fluffiest clouds. The luckiest man alive, one of the few creatures that experienced love’s fingers opening him inside out.
And oh, it was almost killing him.
He would do anything for you: walk for miles, cry for centuries, write your name in a paper for eternity... All the letters, time after time, carved in his wrists, his thighs, his bones. You were his and he was yours, as the lovely scent on his neck reminded him with each breath. Summer lived in him like it had never done before.
Now, he felt less judgmental of the omegas that craved for an alpha. Needless to say he was excited for what you’d do the next day after your date at the cliff, restless even, taking pleasure in the simple act of breathing, knowing you had left your scent on his skin.
Scent marking an omega really could trigger their heats, and Jaehyun knew that his was lurking dangerously, ready to flourish. The signs left no doubt.
Firstly, he desired a safe space: somewhere with dim lighting, where he could surround himself with objects that smelled like you — shirts, pillows, your leather jacket and biker gloves, and even plushies, if you ever agreed to give those to him. His senses, too, were twice as sharpened: a primal state of animalistic instincts blooming along his consciousness, to protect him from undesired alphas. His mind was slightly hazy as well, and even if he was excited for your third date, the cold, feverish shivers running down his spine worried him.
He couldn’t surrender to his heat. Not now. Not when he was so determined to make you understand he liked you not because you were an alpha, not because he desired you sexually and biologically. Jaehyun needed you to understand he liked you, wholly, for who you were.
So, when you knocked on his door the following day, he opened it with blushy cheeks, bouncing on his feet out of nervousness.
“Jaehyun?” your eyes tightened. You looked fresh, hair swaying with the breeze, orange trees offering him shadow, calm, and absolute hell all together. “Are you going into heat?”
He groaned in frustration. “Then it is obvious.”
You looked around before stepping inside, closing the door behind your back. “I got new suppressants for you.” You opened your palm, handing him one of the blister packs he was so used to.
Jaehyun stared down at your hand. Even if he wished his heat could wait a little longer, your suggestion felt like a crime, especially now that you were there, in his home, gorgeous and strong. Why should he hold back? Why did he have to behave now that he could finally let himself go with you?
“I don’t want it.”
You blinked, surprised. “Sorry?”
“I don’t want it, Y/N,” he repeated, lifting his gaze to yours. “We don’t have to suppress our instincts anymore. We’ve found each other.”
Your breath was long and strong, strangely raspy. “Take these, just this time.”
“What is it, Y/N? Are you scared you’re going to hurt me? That I will induce you into a rut?” Jaehyun stepped closer, cupping your cheeks with his hands and looking deep into your eyes, trying to understand. “Are you scared you’re going to get pregnant? I’d never do that to you, Y/N. We can use protection.”
You closed your eyes shut as though his touch hurt. When they opened, it felt like you were both begging and suffering. Jaehyun could feel his body combusting, his blood running faster, a thin layer of sweat glistening in his forehead. “Jaehyun, please, you have to believe me. Promise me.”
Your words made no sense.
“What are you talking about?” he asked with the softest of tones.
In one second, you had taken him down in a swift move. Jaehyun’s chest met the floor as you forced your knee painfully on his back, making him yell in surprise. His glasses slid down his nose to the floor. You took the chance to slide a pill inside his mouth, forcefully pressing the palm of your hand against his lips as he squirmed on the floor.
You… You were hurting him.
“Swallow,” you demanded coldly.
Out of fear, Jaehyun obeyed.
Why were you hurting him?
The metallic sound of handcuffs made his throat tight. It was hard to breath. Jaehyun looked over his shoulder, still slightly confused, his dear eyes vulnerable. He only fully understood what was happening when the front door of his house opened, and a male alpha looked down at him.
“It wasn’t that hard, was it?” the man chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Piece of cake,” you stood up, placing a heavy boot on Jaehyun’s back to keep him in place. Even your voice sounded different, distant. “He was practically begging to be fucked.”
Jaehyun’s heart… It broke in tiny little pieces, like glass poured all over the floor. The evidence of a slaughter.
“What won’t they do for pussy, hm? You really thought Y/N was into you? So many others did too…” The alpha male approached him, grabbing Jaehyun by the arm and helping him stand up. You stood right by his side, with the most devilish smile on your face.
When in heat, omegas were not helpless creatures, defenseless, sex slaves that submitted to anyone. They were primal, violent, and almost as deadly as alphas. So, once he was back on his feet, Jaehyun snapped. He took the male omega to his knees with only one kick of his legs, hitting his temple with the force of his knee. The man fell on his side, using his hand to support his weight precisely on Jaehyun’s glasses. Then, Jaehyun turned to you, and oh, he wished he could hurt you. He wished he could bite you raw, to bury his teeth into your neck and have you killed, but he could not.
You were the worst person he had ever met, and yet Jung Jaehyun could not act as though he didn’t love you.
He fell to his knees, tears running down his eyes. “You…” he sobbed, eyes wet with crystal salt. “You’re awful.” And evil, and mean, loathsome, disgusting, vile… All those things you were. But Jaehyun couldn’t speak. His throat hurt.
The male alpha stood up with a grunt, and was about to retaliate when you raised your hand.
“What use is he if you damage his body? We’ve already got what we need, Doyun.”
The blurriness in Jaehyun’s eyes did not allow him to fully visualize how his capture went. He felt strange hands on his back. He felt someone kicking him inside a car, and knew that someone started driving, leaving the town behind.
You were not there anymore.
Jaehyun had heard stories about omegas that were sent back to the capital. The hunters drove them to specific centers to get them tested and check their fertility levels. Said omegas were constantly watched, sleeping in cold cells until they were designated an alpha who matched their characteristics. However, even with the best attempts to match compatible alphas to omegas, it did not work out. It was not unusual for alphas to get hurt after trying to touch omegas: some were bitten like dogs, others scratched so deeply their skin bled, and others even carried scars, forever imprinted in their bodies. So, naturally, omegas were tied up while mating.
It was no different from rape.
Jaehyun wondered how you could have done that to him, just like you did to a hundred other omegas.
It was raining like it usually did in the capital, droplets falling through the skyscrapers, painted red, yellow and green from semaphores, shining neon on outdoors, as people went by as if nothing was wrong. Rats ate at the garbage in the sidewalks, the poor begged for food, and young girls and boys sold their sensuality at the corner of the streets, hovering seductively at the drivers who stopped at a red sign. Without the assistance of his glasses, the capital just looked darker than a nightmare, blurred and agonizing.
Jaehyun held back his tears. They were hard to swallow.
At least, the suppressant heat pill you had made him swallow was like a blessing.
But fuck you. Fuck you a thousand times!
He was never going to love again. Jaehyun was never going to be such an idiot. Such a naive fool.
He breathed hard under his nose, calling the attention of an alpha male that kept an eye on him. This one was smaller than the guy Jaeyun had kicked, with big doe eyes and blue hair.
“Hard time?” the man asked.
Jaehyun did not reply.
“I’m Taeyong,” the man insisted.
“Why would it matter what your name is?”
“Ouch,” Taeyong hissed. “It matters a lot. You’ll see.”
Jaehyun remained silent. He merely shifted on the seat, muscles tense and uncomfortable as his arms stood cuffed behind his back.
A few minutes later, the car came to a stop, then proceeded to enter an underground garage. The driver, another alpha Jaehyun had not seen until that moment, jumped out before opening the back door.
“Get out, loser,” he commanded, and Jaehyun had no choice but to obey.
He was given white clothing — plain shirts, pants, socks and sneakers —, that he wore without a word. Then, Jaehyun was taken to a room where a female alpha asked him a few questions. Did he have any diseases? When was his last heat? Was he sexually active? Was he on suppressants? Generic or branded? Did he ever take a fertility test?
Jaehyun answered honestly, speaking calmly even if he had the worst headache, caused by the lack of his glasses. Whatever he said, he knew tests were to be taken to either prove or deny his words.
The female alpha took notes and handed Jaehyun a paper. “You’ll be taking medical exams tomorrow. Please be aware of the requirements.”
Next, the guards took him to a cell, neater than his imagination could muster, with a single bed and a small bathroom he could use. Fucking government money. While the poor suffered and starved, the government raised buildings like that one, keeping them clean and equipped.
One of the guards brought Jaehyun dinner, some stew with vegetables, and a plastic glass filled with grape juice. Jaehyun did not touch it, even if his stomach growled.
“You better eat on your own before I have to force you,” the guard warned. They both knew a meal was necessary for his medical exams to come out with correct results.
The last thing Jaehyun wanted was any type of violence. So he ate, even when his throat was so tight he felt barely like breathing. He ate obediently, like every omega stereotype he fought against.
When the sun rose and he had barely closed his eyes, Jaehyun was taken to the medical wing. Every detail screamed such hygienic excellence he wished to vomit on its torturing, endless whiteness.
The nurse took his blood. His urine.
“We’ll need your sperm now,” the nurse explained as he guided Jaehyun to a separate room. He was an omega too, a young boy. “What scents do you feel the most attracted to?”
A scent like fading into sleep beneath the hot sun. An alluring adventure, a midday reverie. Orange-like, passionate, summerly.
“None in particular.”
“It will be better if you collaborate, honey. You smell like oranges, but I sense it is a scent that doesn’t belong to you. Would it work for you if you smelled it?”
Jaehyun’s heartbeat quickened and his knees seemed to pull him down. It was sad, how he had lost hope in himself.
Looking at his feet, he nodded.
The nurse opened a wardrobe that contained several rows of perfume bottles, all labeled with their respective scents. “I’ll apply some on you, and then you'll have some privacy. Just make sure to cum on this flask. Later, you can immediately take your suppressants, to stop any heat trigger.”
The flask weighed like nothing on Jaehyun’s palm. “Why do you do this? he asked the nurse.
“This what?”
“Why do you help the ones that violate you?”
The omega’s eyes clenched in confusion. “It’s our role. God made us this way, didn’t He?”
Jaehyun wanted to say God was nothing like that. God was something else.
Something that reminded him of orange trees.
The exams told no lies: Jaehyun was highly fertile, with a concentrated sperm that promised many and many pups to aid the population. That meant he had to be paired with a mate as soon as possible.
After two days in that cell, the guard came to take him out. “Time to meet your mate.”
So that would be it. Jaehyun was going to be matched with an alpha he had never seen before. Someone who was not you. He swallowed harshly as he stepped out of the cell, joining the guard on the way to the elevator. Every step he took towards his destiny ached.
And then, he heard a familiar voice. “What are you doing, huh?”
“Ah, Taeyong!” the guard exclaimed. “Is anything wrong?”
“Yes. The test results for this guy are wrong. Some confusion was made, you see. I have to take him back to testing,” Taeyong explained. “Mister Park’s orders.”
The guard politely stepped aside. “As you wish.”
“Come,” Taeyong hummed, placing a hand on Jaehyun’s nape to guide him over the elevator. But, at the last minute, Taeyong looked over his shoulder to make sure no one else was watching, and quickly pulled Jaehyun towards the stairs down to the parking lot. “Come on, we gotta be fast.”
“Fast for what?” Jaehyun asked.
“For escaping, dumbass.”
Wide-eyed, Jaehyun tried to listen to his intuition. He didn’t want to be naive again, and Taeyong was an alpha… But anything seemed better than to walk back and be paired with someone he did not love. So he did as Taeyong said, rushing to a black car and sliding into the backseat.
“Lie down. You can’t be seen,” Taeyong instructed as he sat on the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere that’s better for you.”
Jaehyun lied down quietly as Taeyong drove. The car took a few turns left and right, getting to what seemed like a highway before Taeyong spoke again.
“You can sit down now.”
“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jaehyun demanded.
“I’m taking you to the rebels.”
“The rebels? You mean omega rebels?”
“And alphas, as I am clearly. It's my job. I rescue omegas.”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“I think you’ve had enough jokes,” Taeyong chuckled. “You can chill, Jaehyun. Everything is going to be fine.”
“Is Y/N a rebel too?” Jaehyun breathed hesitatingly. Your name burned in his tongue. His brain clenched in a mantra: Tell me she is. Tell me she is. Tell me she is.
“The best of our kind,” Taeyong grinned. “You didn’t think she was actually letting the bad guys take you, did you? It might have seemed so, because it took me more days to rescue you than I planned. I’m sorry, but it was really risky to take you out earlier. I need to take care of my reputation, you know? And Y/N is surely going to murder me the minute she knows I could not keep you from getting tested. Shit.”
Hopelessly, Jaehyun started crying. His sobs were like heavy clouds making it rain in his heart. He didn’t know he was crying because he wished to believe Taeyong, or because he already did — because, if it was true, if you really were a rebel, then you were perfect. Then you did everything in your will to give him a way out. Then there was a chance your love for Jaehyun was real.
“W-what, are you-” Taeyong frowned. “Don’t cry, man, I’m sensitive to others’ feelings.”
“I thought Y/N hated me,” Jaehyun sobbed.
“She’s crazy for you. She’s saved omegas before, and some even fell in love with her, but it was never reciprocated. When she knew the hunters were coming for you, she asked for my help, and here we are.”
And just like that, Jaehyun’s was God’s favorite again. “When can I see her?” he quickly wanted to know.
“It might take a few days. She was selected for a mission in a nearby city, so she’s gotta be careful now. I’ll let her know you’re safe when we get to the headquarters, okay?”
It was hardly okay. Jaehyun had been impotent and despairing for the past days, because he believed tooth and nail that you were the worst person ever. But now, your love for him made him feel empowered and ready to fight against whoever got in his way. He could not simply sit down and wait for you. He had to be with you. Ferociously.
“I have to see her. Please, Taeyong. Take me to where she is.”
Taeyong chuckled apologetically. “I’m sorry, buddy, but I only take orders from your mate.”
You stared at Jaehyun's glasses, bent to your feet, the lens shattered in the shape of a cobweb where his happiness once shone. It was the grammar of your despair.
He had said that you were awful, and even if you hoped he was going to soon understand why you allowed his capture, that word stung like an unbearable twinge of pain right in your heart. Seeing your mate hurt and pretending it did not bother you was easily the hardest thing you had ever done, and although your fingers itched to light the world on fire to save him, you knew only patience and discretion were going to offer Jaehyun a way out.
You trusted Taeyong. He was your best friend. He was going to keep an eye on Jaehyun while you played your role in another hunt.
Sitting speechlessly on the passenger’s seat, you pretended to listen to Doyun’s precise instructions on how the hunting would go. Other two alpha hunters you met quite well were in the backseat: Jeno, sharpening his knife with repetitive moves, and Johnny, who still had his knuckles red from a previous hunt. From all three, Doyun was the colleague you trusted the least — and much to your dislike, he was in charge of the operation.
“We’ll act fast and be done with it. These omegas offer almost no resistance,” he cooed before his eyes landed on the glasses on your thigh. “What’s that for?”
Like a good alpha, you took care of your omega’s belongings.
“A victory statement,” you lied.
It took about an hour until you arrived at the nearby town, the paddy wagon smoothly driving through the suburbs. The minutes before a hunt started were always rough on you. Those people had lives of their own. Parents, friends, mates and children. Hobbies. The laws that separated you from them were as blinding as a fog. They did not deserve the suffering. The humiliation.
The sun shone in deadly sparkles of orange.
Doyun parked in front of an ordinary house. At his command, you all left the car, quickly following behind as he broke inside, coming across five different faces startled in fear: a middle-age couple, with an alpha male and an omega female, and three kids.
Fuck.
“Oh, look at what we have here,” Doyun chuckled under his breath, smoothly removing the knife from his hip. The blade shone like crystal water under the sun. “Such a beautiful family… What a shame it will be to hurt any of you.”
The kids hid behind the mother, tugging on her dress. You first noticed the bite on her neck, where the alpha’s teeth had sunk to make her forever his — then, your eyes slid down to her tummy, shaped a little rounder underneath the fabric. “Please, leave my kids and wife out of this,” the male begged. “I’ll go with you if you promise they will be safe.”
Your stomach turned over nauseously. “Doyun, they already have kids. Let them be,” you argued.
“Why?” He looked at you like a snake would look at a mouse. “They’re probably hiding the omega pack, Y/N. We need to make them speak.”
“They are mates and she is pregnant. Anything different from leaving them alone is pure masochism.”
“You’re softer. Is it because of that omega? Does he really mean something to you?” Doyun swiftly aimed the blade of his knife at you. “You haven’t been hired to care, Y/N. You’ve been hired to act. You better remember that.”
You held his gaze strongly, even when he stepped so closer it reverberated in your bones like a threat. Your blood boiled red.
“Jeno, you grab the kids. Johnny, take care of the man,” Doyun commanded, looking over each one of you until his eyes bore into yours one more time. “The woman is mine.”
Perhaps it was your love for Jaehyun that spoke louder, but this time you could not tolerate any more bullshit. Deep in your guts, it just didn’t feel right to allow alphas to wander as a crown made their heads weigh. As others owed them unconditional respect, a respect they did not own. Every person who was thought of as being of a lower class, as though they only existed for others’ pleasure and use… It was Jaehyun’s face you saw when you looked at omegas.
Any move from your side could easily destroy years of disguise and fakery, of hiding behind the mask you intended on using to protect Jaehyun, but you knew your priorities now. You knew that, in order to support your mate, you too had to be yourself.
The alpha that liked baking. The woman that fell in love with a rebel soul.
Clenching your fist, you tilted your head and grinned softly. “You fucking wish.”
How quickly your hand came for his cheek was even beyond you, the impact so powerful your fingers snapped. Mixed with the sudden pain, Doyun’s surprise was the perfect opportunity for you to kick the knife off his hand before he could retaliate.
And retaliate he did, throwing you against the wall. The shock of your back against it made you hiss, but the sound was cut short when Doyun wrapped a hand around your throat. A clean kick of your boots between his legs was enough for him to let you go, coming to his knees right in front of you.
For a moment, you crossed eyes with Johnny, who was already taking the family outside to the car, to take them somewhere safer.
Jeno, on the other hand, simply stared at the door frame as confusion munched longly at his features.
When you blinked again, the knife you had kicked away had caused a sharp, deep cut in your thigh. You hissed and stepped back in pain, your breath fast now that blood soaked your jeans, warm and red.
“I’m taking you back to the capital, Y/N,” Doyun’s smirk was perversely mocking. “They will make a fantastic breeding bitch out of you.”
Your entire body burned like a merciless fire. With one certain move, your fist collided with Doyun’s jawline, causing an awful sound echo through the walls.
You knew how jaws sounded when they broke.
Looking over at Jeno, you hummed in deep breaths. “Are you a good boy, Jeno?” He nodded, in awe. “Then, help me with this motherfucker.”
Doyun offered little resistance when Jeno lifted him up. Even his kicks and punches were a mere attempt as he had one of his hands trying to hold his dislocated jawline in place, teary eyes big with the pain. Never before you had seen him so defenseless. It made you proud.
You met with Johnny outside. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re hurt.”
Only now you noticed your blood was drawing an exposing trail on the floor. “I think my disguise ends here,” you chuckled dryly.
“Probably, but we do have more important things to tend to now,” Johnny retorted.
“Care to stitch me up before I drive?” you asked, making him frown.
“You’re driving? Y/N, I don’t think that’s a good id-”
“My mate needs me,” you interrupted. “I can’t make him wait longer. Can you keep the family safe?”
“Absolutely,” Johnny nodded. “What about Jeno?”
Looking over as Jeno locked Doyun inside the back of the paddy wagon, you breathed. “I’ll take him with me.”
“So you’re a spy?” Jeno asked in the back, as he made sure to watch Doyun, who was cuffed to the seat and sleeping peacefully after you had punched him in the head. You were not going to drive with him trying to speak all the way to the capital.
“You can say that,” you said while driving, hissing low whenever you had to use your leg. Even with Johnny’s skilled stitching and the painkillers, it hurt like hell. “At least I was until earlier today.” Now, you were just a rebel. Out in the open.
“And Johnny too?”
“And Johnny too.”
“Holy shit, you’re really good!” His surprised tone nearly made you chuckle.
“There is always space for new people, you know,” you encouraged, looking at Jeno over the rearview mirror. “You have a good heart, Jeno. You can work for a better cause.”
He looked down, a lonely strand of his black hair falling onto his forehead. “I don’t know… I think I’d easily get caught.”
“We all think that at some point. Then, we just get used to it.”
Jeno spoke no more. You too preferred to stay silent.
Every mile you drove meant a mile closer to Jaehyun. You could not wait to get to him. To finally let your arms embrace his sweet body.
A small red sign that twinkled by the steering wheel called your attention. Shit. You were running out of gas. “Jeno, I’m stopping to fill up. You keep an eye on Doyun for me, okay?”
Thankfully, you stopped at a gas station minutes later, quickly jumping out of the wagon. You were about to pay when Jeno called you. “Y/N, can you get me some snacks, please?”
“Sure. Anything in particular?
“I like shrimp crackers.”
And so you grabbed some at the convenience store, as well as bottles of water to keep you and Jeno hydrated. It was going to take another two hours until you reached the capital, and you had a feeling it was going to seem like twice the amount of time.
As you approached the cashier, you noticed small, lovely cakes placed around the line, and a specific flavor made your heart flutter. Those pistachio cakes were not to be compared to yours, but they could be a perfect small treat for Jaehyun. For when you would meet again.
Influenced by sweetness, your eyes lifted from the cakes to the glass door that faced the station. It was only then that you noticed Jeno was outside the wagon, with Doyun by his side.
Doyun had a gun in his hand.
Everything you held in your hands fell to the floor at the same time the bullet pierced the glass — and by then, you were already on your fours, searching for a way out. Another gunshot was heard as you rolled to your right, noticing a back door at the other side of the store. You ran to it in no time, as fast as you could even when the wound in your leg pulsated, and frantically looked around, searching for a way to escape.
There was an old man talking on the phone by his bike, and you did not think twice before pushing him aside. “I’m really sorry,” you apologized while grabbing his keys and phone, jumping on and starting his bike as if your life depended on it.
Well, it did.
One final time, you looked over your shoulder to witness both Jeno and Doyun behind you. A last shot was heard.
As you rode, the bullet in your shoulder bled through and through.
The headquarters were nothing like Jaehyun expected: less like separated buildings where the rebels hid, and more like a normal city, where people lived commonly. The only difference was that the only way inside was through a tunnel that was watched nonstop, certain as the sun came back every day. “The police are on our side,” Taeyong explained. “It’s safe.”
Jaehyun saw omegas, betas and alphas living so freely it even surprised his own expectations. Omegas worked as police officers, betas were teachers, and he got a glimpse of an alpha taking his kids to the local playground.
That place was everything he had ever dreamt of. And you were part of it.
“This is Y/N’s house. Like, her real house. She has an apartment in the capital too, for disguise purposes,” Taeyong hummed after he parked in front of a simple one floor house, even if Jaehyun knew to whom the house belonged to even before the alpha had said one word. The entire place smelled like you. “She told me to bring you here.”
Jaehyun grinned widely. God’s clouds all over his head again.
“Thank you, Taeyong.”
“It’s fine. Again, I’m sorry for taking longer to come and get you.” Suddenly, the alpha’s face lit up. “Ah, here, Y/N told me to buy you these.”
New glasses. Almost identical to the ones he previously had.
Taeyong left Jaehyun on his own after that. With the keys in his hands, the omega breathed deeply, looking around carefully, and recognizing you in the small details: the pictures of your mother on the wall, the resistant plants, the bakery books on the shelves, and the kitchen utensils that were worn out by how many cakes you had baked.
Jaehyun did not know it was possible, but he felt so much more in love with you his eyes teared. It was like digging deep into his being and sleeping in the calmest nest of his thankful wishing. Slowly and without noticing what he was doing, he started gathering small items that brought him comfort. One of the pillows on your bed, your hairbrush, a silky black gown you probably wore for sleeping in the summer, and a pair of your biker gloves. Jaehyun lied down on the bed with all those items nested inside his arms. His eyes closed to dream of you.
It was already night when his eyes opened again. Your scent, rawer than ever, came from the window as rain suited the neighborhood like a hat. And it was violently metallic.
After throwing your phone in the road and grabbing the one you stole, you called Taeyong and sent him your localization. The bullet in your shoulder hurt more excruciatingly at each passing second, but it was not enough to keep you from your final destination. You rode through the setting sun and the first clouds that gathered in the darkest shades of gray. You rode through thunder and lighting. Through the heavy summer rain.
When you got to the tunnel, you broke down in Taeyong’s arms.
Even though your ears understood every word your friend told you, because you automatically nodded in acknowledgement, your mind was too busy to make a full idea of what he said. The only thing you fully got, between delirium and the wetness that soaked your muscles, was that Jaehyun was safe.
Then, Taeyong took you to the hospital. You allowed it only because you did not want Jaehyun to see you injured. It would be a sin to scare him.
Similar to blank pages on a diary, the next hours were numb and almost imperceptible to you. Most of the time, your eyes remained closed out of tiredness, your body claiming its need to rest after the adrenaline flood in your veins. But a few things you remembered.
Taeyong was right next to you as the doctor, a young female omega, gave him instructions. “It will only cause more damage if we remove the bullet, actually. Her body will just surround it with a scar tissue and wall it off, but we should give her painkillers for a few days.”
You groaned on the bed, feeling a little more sober now, as you even registered the raindrops hitting the ceiling. “All of them, please,” your voice came out hoarse and exhausted. Much to your relief, you had already been medicated.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Taeyong leaned over.
“I’ve been worse,” you replied.
“We’ve sterilized your wounds, miss,” the doctor explained. “The bullet in your shoulder isn’t fatal, so the best thing to do is to leave it there. It’d be more dangerous if we tried to pull it out.”
You nodded in agreement. “If you say, I don’t mind it.” Your eyes slowly opened to meet Taeyong’s. “Where’s Jaehyun?”
Your friend smiled in amusement. “At your house. I didn’t want to call him.”
“Good,” you nodded.
In perfect timing, your face turned as soon as the doors were open, only to land on a very familiar face, one that you would recognize amongst a million. Your person was right there, soaked in rain, dripping on the hospital room floor, and he was smiling. Jaehyun was smiling through the droplets that fell from the black strands of his hair. So beautiful he could lend a bit of his beauty to every man on earth and still be the most handsome.
“Y/N,” oh, his voice… His beautiful, deep voice opened every curtain of your body, letting the sun shine through. Like a vice, his musky scent calmed down your heart.
You opened your arms to him, and the moment Jaehyun hugged you was like the weight of the world was removed from your shoulders. He was wet and cold, but also so warm that the greatest bonfire could not compare. The firmness of his chest against your breasts, his breath against the curve of his neck, his gentle fingers removing the hair from your face, strands that stuck to your skin due to your salty tears.
“Are you alright?” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Jae. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, don’t. Please, Y/N, I know it,” he looked into your eyes reassuringly. “Taeyong told me everything. I know. You don’t have to feel sorry.”
Your tears fell down your cheeks like waterfalls as you rested your hands on his elbows.
“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Stay with me.”
You did not have to ask twice. Jaehyun was never leaving your side.
His hand held yours long after the nurse and Taeyong had left. “You should sleep, Y/N. You went through a lot,” he advised, letting the tip of his fingers tug your hair behind your ear.
“Why sleep when I finally have what I want? Two days waiting for you felt like an eternity,” you admitted, your voice low and serious. “They might have been rough on you.”
Jaehyun both nodded and brushed the tip of his thumb against the surface of your hand. “They were, but I suffered the most because I was heartbroken. I get it, though. Why things went the way they did.”
“I thought I was going to protect you for longer if I kept my identity, but it’s all over now,” you sighed. “I should have ran away with you when I had the chance.”
“You didn’t know, Y/N. It’s okay.”
You looked into Jaehyun’s eyes the most sincerely, squeezing his hand into yours. “Do you forgive me, Jae?”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” The kiss he planted on your forehead felt like a mating bite. Like true, eternal love.
For two more days, the doctor insisted that you stayed under observation. Gratefully, your wounds seemed to act quick in the solemn act of healing, as bandages were constantly changed by Jaehyun’s delicate hands, so smoothly you only felt slight tickles when his fingers applied the prescribed ointments.
In moments like that, you felt blessed that your mate took care of you like you intended to take care of him, regardless of your status. Alpha, omega… It didn’t matter. You were both responsible for each other.
Also, you thrived like a cherry blossom in spring whenever he tended to your needs.
“You mate might have magical hands. Your wounds are almost fully dry, miss,” the doctor grinned when she came to last check on you.
Instead of bringing any biological or scientific explanation, you simply nodded. “Does it mean I’m free to leave?” you asked excitedly.
“You are, with the condition that you keep the exact treatment you’ve been doing here for seven more days.”
“You have my word,” Jaehyun spoke, looking bright like a winter night behind his glasses, and with a frank, happy smile on his lips.
An hour later, you left the hospital with your hand in his. The day was warm, the sky a lighter shade of blue as a few clouds played in the open. At the extreme and joyous brightness, your eyes tightened, and Jaehyun immediately used his free hand to hover over them.
You were going home.
Your house exhaled the lustful aroma of orange fields even more now that you were back to it, your pheromones and scent prominent like you were intentionally marking your territory. To Jaehyun, it was overwhelming, his sensitive nostrils addicted to every breath, his hands shaking from how badly he was trying to control his needs, taking suppressants to muffle any chance he went into heat. It was only going to distract you from healing, anyway, and no matter how he liked to think you were both safe, Jaehyun still feared alpha hunters would suddenly appear.
So he did what he thought best and played it safe. He cooked for you — your favorite dishes constantly on the table —, cleaned your wounds and slept with you, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead with every goodnight. Everything in those days felt comfortingly domestic, so much that Jaehyun knew, like the tree branches knew how to grow, that he could live days like that for the rest of his life.
“I haven’t been able to decorate the house with flowers in ages,” you sighed, eyeing the empty vases around your living room. “We should go on picking some today.”
“Isn’t your leg hurting?”
“Oh, this?” You chuckled, rubbing the stitches on your thigh. Summer had gotten so scorching you finally decided to put on shorts instead of pants, allowing Jaehyun to see more of you. “Looks uglier than it hurts.”
“You wouldn’t be ugly even if you tried your best, Y/N. Not a single part of you.”
There they were again. The reddest ears you had even seen.
“Sweet,” you praised with a peck to his dimpled cheek. “Let’s go!”
It was only when you arrived at the fields that Jaehyun realized your idea could not have been better. It was a perfect day to pick flowers, and even if he missed the town where you two met, the fields at the secret city were just as beautiful. Peonies, orchids, sunflowers, roses, lilies, and several sorts of plants grew over the horizon — the colorful sight was soul pleasing. With glowing eyes, Jaehyun admired how skilfully you cut the stems.
“I think we’ve got enough,” you stood up, putting some white lilies on the bucket he carried. Your eyes traveled up and, for a moment, you salivated at the image. His defined muscles clenched under his tangled sleeves, his shining black hair reflecting the sun, his brown eyes innocently holding your gaze. “Wow.”
Jaehyun frowned. “What?”
“You. I don’t think I ever said how beautiful you are.”
He fixed his glasses in that adorable way that showed both nervousness and care, looking down at the colorful bucket. “Oh, thank you.”
Swiftly, you pulled him by the hand until his chest met yours. “Why are you still on suppressants?” you asked calmly.
His eyes met yours again. “I don’t think it’s the right time to let it happen,” Jaehyun admitted. You could tell he was putting some effort into holding your confronting gaze. “You’ve been through a lot.”
“To get to you. Now that I have, I don’t feel like holding back. Is that okay?”
His cheeks resembled the peonies you had grabbed. “Yes, miss.”
“Don’t call me miss,” you reached for his hands with a smile that, to Jaehyun, uncrowned the sun. Your lips against his wrists left a feverish sensation on his skin. “I want you to call me yours.”
He swallowed, wetting his plump lips with his tongue before speaking. “My… My love.”
There were no words to describe how accomplished your heart beat at those words, like all the questions deep in your soul were answered by three simple syllables. Confidently, you stood on the tip of your toes, leaning closer as your eyes alternated between Jaehyun’s eyes and lips. He leaned closer too.
Your lips touched with the sun’s blessing.
With a hand on his nape, you kissed him so slowly it was possible to feel inch by inch of his mouth widening. A low, raspy moan escaped your throat when Jaehyun’s tongue found yours. He kissed you like songs were created, melody, rhythm and lyrics combining, making sense, becoming one. You could kiss him for hours, and you were probably going to if raindrops had not started falling heavily from the sky.
Parting ways with your laughter as background music, you ran straight to the closest shelter: a small and abandoned wooden barn, that at least was going to be of use until the rain passed.
It took one look for you to notice you were both soaked, fresh with rain, and so ready for each other it could be cut in the air with a knife.
After placing the bucket on the floor to let the flowers dry, Jaehyun kissed you again. This time, your tongues moved heatedly, drawing sensual circles around each other. Because there was no need to rush, you seized every bit of the kiss, from how your heads leaned forward to how Jaehyun’s lower lip brushed yours. You wanted to breathe him in. To lick him whole. To drink his every drop. Nobody had ever kissed you like that before, so warm and wanting it felt as though the sky was breaking open. Like a theft, your hand slid, gentle and demanding, under the soaked fabric of his white shirt.
“Is this okay?” You had to make sure.
“Yes,” Jaehyun breathed affectedly, feeling your nails against the defined muscles of his abdomen. His damped hair was dripping raindrops. “Is it for you too?”
“Yes.”
“I can wait a little longer, until we get home, if you want.”
“You’re my home,” Jaehyun retorted, and you were kissing him all over again.
For once in your life, it felt right to let go and devour the world with your own mouth. You took Jaehyun’s shirt off, kissing his muscles like a devotee worshiped a saint, memorizing every mole from his hip to his neck.
For once in your life, you let someone undress you, and kissed his knuckles in gratitude because it felt safe. Even if he could see the scars on your stomach. The marks of every plan going wrong. Every hunt, every lie.
“It’s fine,” you whispered.
But of course Jaehyun had to kiss you right there. Of course he had to press his plump, swollen lips from kissing against where you had been the weakest. “You’re beautiful, my love,” he murmured as his hands roamed your body, thumbs situated on the curve of your waist as his fingers sank against the fat of your skin. Your nipples peaked harder against the cool, fresh air. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Want you to make me yours.”
The shiver that ran down your spine was like thunder touching the ocean’s deepest ground. “You want me to bite you?” A bite given by your mate formed a permanent, unbreakable bond. It was a definitive and territorial claim, like the scar your teeth would leave in his skin.
Jaehyun’s instant and certain nod could easily have killed you with how fucking sweet he was.
With your lips back on his, your hands pulled your shorts down your legs; your panties rested where they landed, the bottom glistening with thick arousal. Proudly naked in front of your mate, you jumped on a table that was gladly by the barn’s door. It looked firm enough for what you were going to do.
Spreading your legs enough to offer him a peak of your core, you guided his wrist under your navel. “You look big, my love,” you murmured, giving in that you had absolutely noticed the girth in his pants. “Can you prep me a little?”
There was nothing Jaehyun would deny you. Readily, his hands spread your legs a little wider, and the tip of his fingers ran against your soaked, sliging lips. His gaze took as long as it needed staring at your folds, as though Jaehyun wished to commit the image to his memory in all its colors and shapes.
“It’s my first time,” lifting his eyes to yours, he confessed.
“So is mine,” you smiled. “I’ve only used toys.”
Jaehyun’s irises glimmered. So you were about to discover sex together, every stage of it, every thing that would and would not work out.
Fuck, what a lucky bastard he was.
Ever so gently, Jaehyun slid two of his slender fingers inside you, making you immediately clench around them with a breathy moan. “Go slow,” you instructed, only to find out Jaehyun did not need any of your orientations. Soon, he was with his mouth on your nipples as his fingers drew wet echoes in the barn, going at a pace that pressured a sensitive spot within your folds.
“You’re perfect,” Jaehyun grunted, needing you to know how amazing he was feeling just with his fingers buried in you, his eyes amazed to see such a breathtaking view. “So soft and wet, my love. Better than any toy I’ve used.”
“Baby,” you moaned, melting with how sweet Jaehyun sounded and how handsome he was when he concentrated on your body, those deep brown eyes focused on your cunt. His scent, too, was slowly driving you to insanity, feeding a brutal, biological need inside your guts. Growling, you tugged at his pants. “Take these off.”
It would be a shame to leave you waiting. Without removing his fingers from your clenching walls, Jaehyun pulled his pants and boxers to his feet with his free hand.
Your mouth drooled at the sight. How handsome he was, from head to toe, every color and vein, just for you... “Fuck, I want you,” you breathed impatiently.
The deep grunt that left Jaehyun when he pulled his fingers out came from the depths of his ribcage. From the tip to the base, his long fingers glistened with your pulpy juices. Almost too much to take. “Can I have a taste first?” he asked with eyes so allured you wanted to fuck him right then and there, but you complied, relishing as your omega got on his knees.
You removed his glasses to keep them from getting foggy.
At the first touch of his tongue on you, your toes curled at the edge of the table, your body unable to control its own responsiveness. You did not know if you liked the pleasurable sensations on your clit the most, or if it was how Jaehyun’s face was crafted while he had the time of his life between your legs. Even if impatience ate at your limbs, you let him suck and lick your pussy all he wanted, drowning in the slurping noises echoing in the barn. “Feels so good, baby. You’re so talented, doing this for the first time,” you praised, resting on your elbows as you watched, drawing slow circles with your hips for his mouth to follow. “That face is mine to cum, huh?”
Jaehyun moaned with his mouth still on you, looking up from where he so devotedly stood. “Yes. Just yours.”
“Good,” you tugged at his hair just slightly to lift his face back to yours. Your taste in his mouth was like oranges, like falling in love and lust. “I’m going to use it later.”
Thunder fell outside, lighting up the afternoon sky, as you adjusted on the table and kissed Jaehyun passionately. He grabbed the base of his member and aligned it with your entrance, rubbing the head, leaking with precum, up and down a few times. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“Hell no,” you shook your head with a grin. “I’m on birth control. I want your knot, angel.”
With his wet hair dripping on your stomach, Jaehyun grabbed the side of the table with such strength that it made his veins clench. You calling him sweet names nearly had his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. You were a temptress, so delicious and with a beauty that ended every standard, so knowing and lustful, and he was eager to please you, to feel your every inch, to make sweat and cum glisten on your skin like pearls. “You’re so good,” he muttered overwhelmingly, and even before he understood his own body, the head of his cock was welcomed by a wanton grip, one that soaked him warm and made his balls tense with how much cum he had for you. “You‘re the best alpha I could ask for, so beautiful and lovely, I’m so happy my heart is yours,” he mumbled, making your heart flutter.
You threw your head back when he was fully inside you, occupying the space sex toys, as effective as they were, never did. Your gaze held his all the time, even when they darkened with desire. You wanted to remember that scene forever. You wanted to keep it to your heart, the first time your omega felt your pussy around him. “I’m happy too, love. Madly,” you smiled. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes. You?”
“Wonderful. You can move.”
Gripping the table’s edge, Jaehyun slowly retracted his hips only to slam them back again. The way his face clenched could be put in a painting and hung in a museum, because it was pure art, from his eyebrows to the curse that died on his lips. “I can feel you tightening around me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, this time thrusting a bit faster, which was a synonym for erratically. “S-shit, did I hurt you?”
“I’m not made of glass, Jaehyun. You can go harder,” you encouraged by planting a kiss on his lips and guiding his hand to grab your hip.
With that, Jaehyun was lost forever. He let years of suppressed heats explode in every blood cell, in every breath and thrust of his hips. He let himself be the savage, lewd creature his desire crafted, and only for you he moaned, your name like wine on his lips, the jiggle of your breasts and thighs feeding his arousal, his knot forming quicker than he liked.
You saw his eyes turn into needy orbs, his agape mouth letting out the most guttural moans you ever heard, and the exposure of his thick, masculine neck had your teeth sharpening in seconds.
You pulled him closer, your breasts rubbing against his chest.
Your teeth touched his skin, and that lovely musky, leathery scent edged you on. They sank through skin, blood and muscle, the sharp edges piercing the core of Jaehyun’s soul, until it was tangled to yours. You moaned with his blood in your mouth, feeling how your heartbeats aligned, how your pupils left almost no space for the color of your irises, how Jaehyun’s knot formed firm and long inside you. You took it ravishingly, shivering on the shaking table, lost somewhere between Jaehyun’s moans and the feeling of his body flush to yours, until you managed to gather enough consciousness to remove your teeth and offer him your neck.
The mere thing Jaehyun saw was your mouth, bloodied, smiling in permission, before he dived in to make you his as much as he was yours.
Equally.
“So you’re telling me that after leaving my shop to a complete stranger and traveling for hours I can’t see my friend?” Haechan crossed his arms stubbornly.
“Johnny is not that much of a stranger. He’ll have the time of his life selling things for you” Taeyong chuckled. “But yes, you definitely can’t see Jaehyun now. He’s in heat.”
“And when is it going to be over?”
Taeyong shrugged. “In one week, I guess?”
“All that?”
“I told you, there was no use in coming with me, but you insisted.”
Haechan sighed, not wanting to admit Taeyong was right. “Is Y/N with him?”
“Where else would she be? She is his mate now.”
“So all they will be doing for an entire week is to be locked up, fucking each other’s brains out?”
“Correct.”
Haechan rubbed his face in frustration. “And to think that I was worried about him…”
Jaehyun admired the two small teeth marks on your neck as he breathed in and out.
“Color?” you demanded.
“Green,” he replied, looking so deliciously pliable your mouth watered.
You were finally in a scenario Jaehyun had pictured uncountable times inside his head: in your bedroom, which now was quite honestly a nest for the both of you, somewhere your omega felt comfortable and had his most primitive needs tended to, while slow rhythm and blues played, and the aroma of freshly baked pistachio cakes filled the house. Not only was Jaehyun surrounded by things that had your natural scent shirts — pillows, a leather jacket, biker gloves and plushies — but you were there all the time, no exception, to keep him well fed, hydrated and completely satisfied.
You even had rubbed your pussy on a pillow for him, one that he kept his nose buried in.
Right now, you had Jaehyun’s naked body restrained by ropes, your hands working on the delicate yet firm knots that kept his hands behind his back, his wrists tied together, and his chest tied to one of his thighs. It was the sound of your breathing and the notes of the rope coming against the ground that turned him on, the helplessness and vulnerability to be put in your beautiful hands… Oh, Jaehyun loved it.
You had been hidden in the nest for three days. However, it felt like an eternity of knowing your mate and savoring his every reaction. Since you weren’t much experienced, both you and Jaehyun found out what you liked together, and the absolute attention you paid to one another was holy, like a prayer whispered at night.
“This will leave lovely marks on your skin,” you grinned wholeheartedly, brushing his hair back. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin.
“I love you,” Jaehyun let out as quick as a bubble exploding. Your beauty shook him to the core. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” you let your hand drift to where he needed you the most. “Are you sure you’re not sensitive? Is it like, your sixth boner today?”
“I can take it. Please,” he reassured.
“How do you want to cum this time, baby? My hand?” Jaehyun shook his head. “My mouth?” Another shake. “All the way in?”
Jaehyun nodded, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Want you to ride me.”
You replied by straddling his lap.
It always amused him, how fucking beautiful you were on top. Your tits were perfect in his hands and mouth, the curve of your waist giving space to the adorable fat in your belly, and how your thighs spread over his was just cinema. “Thank you, my love,” Jaehyun smiled.
“The pleasure is all mine,” you assured, rubbing the slick of your core against his swollen member before taking it all in, starting a quickened pace so your lovely boy could find his relief one more time.
Because his hands were restrained, Jaehyun couldn’t touch you, but he still stared in awe at the earthquaking vision of you rocking his world. You swallowed him full, making his cock disappear inside your entrance only to poke at your navel from inside out. Your pussy was his favorite place to be, where he felt the happiest, blessed in mind, body and soul, and you let him feast on it whenever he wanted. Your darling, loving man.
“Let go for me,” sweetly, you pecked his forehead.
Jaehyun felt his cock harden an almost impossible amount, his balls aching with cum, before he was moaning helplessly, his knot firmly attaching to your uterus.
It was the look on his face that made you cum along, riding his cock faster, eating from every move of his good looking face.
A thin drop of sweat ran down Jaehyun’s temple as you both calmed down, ecstasy giving space to a loving, bonding gaze. “I think we’re getting better at this,” he cooed, making you laugh.
“No doubt. We will be unstoppable once your heat ends.”
“I don’t want it to end.”
“Cute.” Softly, you lifted your hips. His member, glimmering in juices and white cum, rested against Jaehyun’s stomach.
It was going to take minutes for it to get hard again.
“Y/N,” he called.
“Yes, angel?”
“Can you make yourself cum for me?”
How you held your breath had Jaehyun close to wishing his hands were free to make you cum himself. But oh, he wanted to watch. He still was not over how beautiful you looked when you had an orgasm.
You smiled widely. “I think I love you even more with every word you say.”
Grabbing a light pink vibrator from the bedside table drawer, you rested back on the mattress with those attentive brown eyes following your every move. The device’s buzz filled up the room with a naughty promise. You brushed it gently against your nipples, then down your belly, all over your thighs and finally where Jaehyun loved the most.
He watched without a word, licking his lips when you moaned wantonly, first focusing the vibrations on your clit before easily sliding the vibrator inside your cum soaked hole. “Fuck,” you cried.
You dripped pearly white on the sheets. A beautiful sight.
Jaehyun’s skin shivered with goosebumps. Every damn time. “I’m so lucky,” he uttered, eyes glued to your pussy. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
As sweet and gentle-mannered as he was, Jaehyun could kill for the smile that bloomed on your face, so pure and adorable even if your cunt clenched around the toy. Your hand slid low, starting to rub long circles on your clit. “You are. Even more knowing that you’re going to fuck me dumb when I’m done.”
Most of his life, Jaehyun was told alphas strictly played the dominant role in the bedroom. Now, however, nothing thrilled him more than the perspective of switching roles with you.
You offered him the world. You allowed him to be.
He grunted quietly and yet deeply, already counting the signs of your orgasm approaching. First, your tightening drunk eyes; second, your hips rolling erratically; third, your chest trembling in long breaths that prolonged your ecstasy. “That’s it, my love. That’s it, looking so pretty for me…”
The moment your orgasm kicked in had your hole visibly pulsating, your mouth agape and your eyes rolling back. You let out a high-pitched moan as your back arched, and pulled the toy away fast, your swollen clit way too sensitive to receive further stimulation.
With his cock so hard it ached, Jaehyun admired in awe, unconsciously trying to get rid of the ropes that restrained him, which only caused them to burn hotter against his porcelain skin. He was so immersed that the only moment he noticed he was drooling was when spit ran down his chin. “Fuck.”
You sat on your thighs, readily licking his saliva and running your fingers through the knots on his back. The loveliest smirk decorated your face. “Time we untie you, angel.”
The experience of being untied was, perhaps, just as good as being tied up. Jaehyun watched with pupils dilated, taking small breaths of relief when the rope loosened around his skin, leaving red and pink marks on his body where it pressed. You watched in full delight, kissing the marks that blossomed in a deeper shade. “You’re so good for doing this, Jaehyunnie. I’m so lucky too, my love.”
He sighed when the rope fell entirely to the mattress, his muscles relaxing in freedom. Without waiting any longer, Jaehyun kissed you long, hands roaming up and down your curves. Smoothly, he turned you around, with your chest to the sheets and your ass up in the air. “Jaehyunnie is going to fuck you raw now, like dogs do,” he whispered, both his hands caressing your butt cheeks, his fingers slaves to both adoration and perversion. “Color?”
You smiled over your shoulder.
“Green. A thousand times green.”
You stared at the ceiling as your body rested in awe, a smile plastered on your face like it was permanent ink.
For the past few days, you had tended to Jaehyun rawly. Ravishing and frankly, to a point your bodies collided in exhaustion. All you had the strength to do was wrapping into each other’s embrace and sleeping for hours before you started it all over again.
After a specific round that left you breathless, your thighs shaking from overstimulation, his voice came out soft. “What now, Y/N?”
You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. “Hm?”
“What is it gonna be when we leave this room?”
“To give you an answer, I have to know what you want,” you replied, even though you were already considering the possibilities. Doyun was not going to stop hunting you, that much you were certain. You would never be safe as long as the government continued to sponsor people like him.
Jaehyun stared into the ceiling for a few seconds. “It is nice here. I feel safe and loved. I think I’ve always wanted that, too.”
“But?” you risked.
“But I don’t think it’s right for us to hide forever. What was built here has to be normalized out there, in the open,” he breathed. “I want to go back to the shop. I want to see the sea and listen to the birds sing in the morning. I want every omega in the world to have the opportunities they have here.”
Your chin rested on his chest, eyelashes batting softly as sunlight crystallized your irises. “Is that what you want? To rebuild the world?”
Jaehyun nodded.
“Good. I’ll give it to you,” you sealed your promise with a peck on his lips. Jaehyun’s eyes widened slightly as he puckered his mouth against yours.
“W-what do you mean?”
“I mean I will be the rebel to fucking stab the system in its throat.”
At that, Jaehyun got hard all over again. His eyes, so pure, blinked in a sparkling admiration. “I’ll fight with you.”
“Don’t say nonsense. You’re not fighting.”
“I think we agreed alphas don’t make choices for omegas,” he ran his hand through the sweaty strands of your hair. “If you fight, Y/N, I will fight with you.”
You let him be right. In every word and intention. In every truth of his desiring heart. And when Jaehyun smiled, his soul promised you way more than guns, hideouts and blood.
It was something worth fighting for.
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okay but yes...
PERV!JAEHYUN. Who goes to your room while you're not home and steals your panties, then starts acting clueless when you start to ask him if he has seen them😩😩
PERV!JAEHYUN. When you go make breakfast always needing help to get a plate, so you ask him and while he's helping you his clothed dick touching your ass.😮💨🤭🤭 (he put the plates where you could not reach just so he could do that)
PERV!JAEHYUN. Catches you masturbating and apologizes before he tries to convince you that he should help you because 'that's what roommates do'
PERV!JAEHYUN. Who fucks you so hard that your toes are curling into the bed sheet, and having your hands gripping and scratching his back cause it feels so good
PERV!JAEHYUN. Tells you things like... your such a slut letting me abuse this wet little cunt hm baby? So cute getting dumb on my cock like this darling. Oh you don't know how much how much I- I have fucking imagined your cunt wrapped around my dick baby doll.
PERV!JAEHYUN. That makes you ride his pillow making you cum or squirt on it, just so that he can jerk off with it later🫢🫢🫢🫢
THIS THOUGHT MAKES ME UN WELL LIKE WHAT????!?!?????????
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shy&needy! bf doyoung please hihi
Candied Intimacy
Word Count: 2.4k
Genre: Slice of Life, established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings: Cursing/mature language, smut, not proofread
Smut Warnings: slight femdom, begging, oral (f receiving), body worship (f receiving), degrading names (pathetic), doyoung is pussy whipped immediately, brief nipple sucking, couch sex lol, unprotected sex (protection isn't specified, be safe!), doyoung is a bit perverted, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n- hihi!! thank you sm for requesting! i hope you like it!! :>
Although he refused to tell you what he wanted or needed, it was so painfully obvious. The way he would wipe his palms on his pants, droplets of sweat formed along his hairline, and he would avoid eye contact with you at all costs. He hasn’t really changed since the first day you spoke to him. The interaction wasn’t even natural. Your philosophy teacher had put the students into pairs to watch a movie and compare their interpretations as to what the movie was truly about.
You honestly didn’t even care who you got paired up with as you didn’t know a single person in the lecture hall. But nonetheless, you’re glad that the professor had paired people up.
Kim Doyoung, the boy who sat in the fourth row, not to close to the front, out of fear of constantly being called on and not too far in the back to be considered a slacker. You, however, sat right in the front row and always had the answer to any of the teacher's philosophical questions and you were never scared to let your opinion out.
The two of you were quite different, so much so that when both of your names were called, you had to look around the room to see whose name was also called, but Doyoung knew exactly where to look. He was lucky he was smart since he never paid attention in class, too infatuated with you. With how you were so confident with your answers and your posture was so perfectly straight. He remembers one day when you wore a shirt that showed off your shoulder blades. Doyoung wanted nothing more than to paint your skin with his love, bite marks, purple, red, blue marks from his lips. He didn’t care, he just wanted to show people that you were his…even though you didn’t know that he existed. What was even worse was that during one of your many arguments with a fellow classmate, you took upon an almost degrading attitude and Doyoung looked down to see that his pants had grown tight around his hardening dick.
When it was time to actually meet up and watch the movie, you suggested that you do it in person so commentary could be made, and conversation could be conducted. Your roommate was out of town visiting her boyfriend, so you immediately offered your dorm to be the movie theater of the day. Doyoung gave you a silent nod and the both of you exchanged numbers.
It wasn’t until he was sitting beside you in your dorm on your couch that he came to terms that he was in love with you. You had done most of the talking so he already knew some things about you, but it was enough for him, and the intense smell of your signature perfume floating in the air of the dorm helped as well. It was sweet but subtle and he couldn’t do anything without his nostrils being flooded with the smell of you.
As the movie played on you paused several times to give your input and in return, you asked for his. But of course, as you lead and controlled the topics, the focus didn’t stay on the movie for the entire time. You asked Doyoung things about himself, he blushed but still answered, the heat spreading to his ears whenever a common interest would come up, which was very often.
With finishing the project in one day, the realization that contact wasn’t necessary anymore hit, so as Doyoung was walking down the hallway, you opened your door again and yelled.
“Hey! Would you maybe wanna hang out again?”
“Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
Doyoung just smiled and nodded at you, a bit embarrassingly eager, but he didn’t mind once a smile took over your lips. The two of you went from never speaking to planning a date all in one day.
The date went well and after a few more, you asked if Doyoung wanted to make your relationship a bit more official.
So far in the relationship you had initiated everything, and although the relationship was new, you wanted Doyoung to take charge for once. Holding out was harder than you thought it would be, after all, you were very attracted to Doyoung, you had eyes. But this was the thing you wanted him to start, the two of you taking the next step in your relationship, sex.
However, just because you were going to let him control the situation, that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him.
It was late when Doyoung arrived, just off from work and you were in pajamas that could easily be confused with lingerie. You also knew how much Doyoung loved the smell of your perfume, so you added a spritz to your wrists, crown of your head, neck, as well as the curve of your breasts that the shirt you were wearing did absolutely nothing to hide.
You opened the door once he knocked, and stepped back, letting him in with a flirty smile. When you turned around, Doyoung allowed his eyes to travel down to your ass, which was covered by your skimpy shorts which exposed the curve of the muscle.
Looking over your shoulder at him, you heard him gulp and watched his Adam’s apple bob. It was obvious that he was already struggling, put you decided to push the situation a bit further. Once you two were nestled on the couch with blankets on top of your laps, you leaned on Doyoung which caused your breasts to press against his arm.
He swallowed loudly again, and of course you had to play innocent. “What’s the matter Doie? Are you warm? Because I’m pretty warm.” With that you crossed your arms over your torso, grabbed onto the lace hem of your shirt, and pulled it up, bearing your perky tits to your boyfriend. “Ugh, that’s so much better.” Pressing against his arm again, he was able to feel your smooth supple skin on his, even better, since your breasts were know exposed to the air, your nipples had hardened, causing Doyoung to feel the taunt pebbles on your mounds.
Trying to suppress your giggle, you looked up at Doyoung, studying his reaction. You saw his jaw clench, the sharp edge of the bone becoming even more prominent.
“Are you okay Doie?” Leaning back, removing your warmth from Doyoung, you needed him to do something now. You knew it wasn’t something he didn’t want, because his dick had already grown hard.
Now that your breasts weren’t against him, if he looked to his right, he’d see your bare chest. And that’s exactly what happened when he looked to his right. Doyoung gulped and fisted his pants.
“Is there something you want Doie?” You traced the curve of your breast, holding eye contact with him. But on his end of the contact, his eyes constantly switched between looking at your eyes, and your chest. He nodded in response to your question when his eyes weren’t on yours.
“Well, if there’s something you want, you’re gonna have to tell me how much you want it.”
Doyoung looked down to his lap, contemplating on what the next words that left his mouth were going to be. The internal fight he was having with himself didn’t last long though.
“You-you don’t understand how much I want to touch you. I’ve always wanted to touch you, you’re just so pretty. And-and I want to make you feel as good on the outside as you make me feel on the inside.”
His face started to heat up at his words, and the more he went on, the more his face burned. Doyoung pushed himself to get the words out, becoming desperate for you to touch him and when you covered your breasts, the words flew out.
“You literally don’t understand. Like even before we started dating, you’d be arguing with someone in class, and I’d get fucking hard. And there’d be times after we got together that I had to stop myself from doing something perverted. I want you so bad, but I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted as well. You literally always make me so hard.”
His face was bright red at this point, including his ears and neck. He as just that needy.
Uncovering yourself, you wanted Doyoung to beg for you after you knew how he felt now.
“You just wanted me that bad huh?” He swallowed and nodded, not letting his eyes off of your movements.
You leaned forward and lifted yourself up from the couch a bit and removed your panties slowly, letting Doyoung savor the imagination before it became a reality. Your nails tickled your legs as they made their way down, bringing your panties with them, which eventually landed on the floor.
Removing your feet from the leg holes, you leaned back against the armrest on the couch and separated your legs slowly, allowing Doyoung to see you.
Without saying anything, the man in front of you leaned down, chasing the thing he’s been dreaming about. The fiery lust in his eyes was enough to tell you how much he wanted you, his pupil had also taken over his iris. The pools of brown you fell in love with now replaced with a black that held so much heat, you wanted to see how much you could push his shyness. When he was at leg length, you lifted your foot and placed it on his right shoulder. Doyoung had the perfect view of your dripping pussy finally, but even now he was so far.
“Please, let me make you feel good. I need you.” His tone held a whiny edge, and you smiled at him sweetly.
“How do I know that I’ll end up feeling good? You’re so desperate you might lose sight on what matters, me, and focus on your own pleasure. You’re so pathetic, begging just for a taste of your girlfriend’s pussy. And what will you do? Grind on my couch until you cum in your pants like some virgin?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, I’ll let you use me, so you feel good. Just please, let me taste you.” His lips were quivering, and he sounded as if he was on the brink of tears.
Removing your foot, you nodded at Doyoung, giving him permission to please you.
He didn’t waste a single second.
“You taste so good.” If you weren’t already wet with arousal, Doyoung’s spit would definitely make up for the lack of lubrication. He was making a mess, one that left its mark on his chin, nose, your thighs, and navel.
Trying to keep your composure you aimed to keep your sounds of pleasure to a minimum, but the few that did manage to slip went unnoticed as the only sound that could be heard throughout the room was the noise Doyoung was making in between your thighs.
As he was lying flat on his stomach, you were able to see his hips, which just as expected were grinding down into the cushions of your couch.
“Seems like I was right, you are humping my couch. How about you put those hips to use and just come fuck me?” His hips stilled, the embarrassment on being caught hit him, hard, but your offer made up for it and soon he was scrambling up to your level.
Doyoung somehow tripped over himself, losing balance and landing on top of you. “Eager, huh?” His clothed dick rubbed against your cunt as he pushed himself even closer to you. Doyoung was drooling, and you felt him place wet kisses along your neck, occasionally sucking.
He kept searching your neck for that specific spot, not stopping until he felt you’re his buck up and a soft moan to leave your parted lips. Doyoung chuckled and you rubbed against his dick harder, causing his laugh to be interrupted by a hoarse moan.
“Don’t get cocky Doie. You haven’t even fucked me yet.” He looked up at you from your neck and pushed himself off of you. He stood up and removed his clothes, baring his body to you, including his cock, which was painfully hard and had pre-cum dribbling out of the red tip.
“Please, let me fuck you. I need to feel you.” Doyoung was lowering himself to be closer to you. “Please Doie, need you inside.” You gave him a smile to encourage him, as well as to help melt the nervousness brewing inside him.
Doyoung looked at your face to decipher if your words were sincere and then looked down to align himself to your awaiting hole.
He pushed in and as soon as your walls constricted around his throbbing cock, his eyes were rolling back. “You feel so good. Been thinking about this for so long.” He dropped his head down to your chest and latched onto your nipple.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you moaned as the multiple sources of pleasure were taking over your body.
You knew that you weren’t going to last much longer and that’s the only thing you feared, Doyoung made you this way. Feral almost.
“Fuck, Doie, I’m gonna cum soon. Please cum with me. Cum in me, please.” His head shot up from your chest and he asked, “Are you sure?”
You nodded and stroked his back, “I wanna feel you even more.” His hips sped up, determined to get the both of you at your releases at the same time.
One of his hands disappeared from by your head and traveled down your body and to your clit. Rubbing the nub caused you to clench even more which pushed Doyoung’s release to hit him. The feeling of the first rope of his cum entering you triggered you to fall over the edge as well.
Throwing your head back, your entire body tensed up as heat took over you and blood reached your ears.
Doyoung’s thrusts slowed down and eventually stopped completely. Barely able to hold himself up anymore, he lowered himself onto you completely and maneuvered the both of you to be on your sides, still facing each other.
“Wow, that was, wow.” He looked at you with nothing, but adoration and you giggled and kissed his lips softly.
You looked at Doyoung and thought about the perfect relationship you had laid out in from of you. The sex you just had was hands down the best, no because it resulted in the strongest orgasm, but because it was the first time you had sex with someone you truly loved.
“Never hesitate to want me Doyoung. I can promise you; I want you too.”
#female reader#kpop#x reader#fluff#smut#nct#nct smut#kim doyoung#doyoung#nct doyoung#nct doyoung smut#doyoung smut#nct 127#nct 127 smut#nct 127 doyoung#nct 127 doyoung smut
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WELCOME TO THE FRAT!
“you look so good, can’t wait to actually ruin you”
welcome to the frat houses! where your favorite heartthrob boys each have their own fraternities and can’t wait to invite you inside.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — nu chi tau(NXT) better known as nct consisting of 22 frat boys who can’t keep their dicks in their pants, is your chaotic frat who throws parties literally every weekend where peace and quiet isn’t an option.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — tau beta zeta(TBZ) also known as tbz consisting of 11 frat boys are constantly bumping heads with nct frat boys over their parties that have turned into a habit, reporting them any chance they get, but throwing parties in spite.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — sigma lambda tau(ΣΛT) popularly known as svt consists of 13 frat boys who all happen to be potheads and aren’t deemed as normal, but in the eyes of the other frats and public they’re level-headed.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — alpha tau zeta(ATZ) known as atz consisting of 8 frat boys is the only frat house to accommodate 8 boys who have their own rooms with the other frats jealous, having to share rooms. they sure do throw one hell of a party for special events.
“now i want to know more about you”
！★﹕ᶻ﹐NCT﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
！★﹕ᶻ﹐TBZ﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
！★﹕ᶻ﹐SVT﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
！★﹕ᶻ﹐ATZ﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
a/n: sungtaro will be included in the nct frat house. lucas & nctwish aren’t included in the nct frat house.
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BOXER III
nct dream (hint of the boyz)
details ␥ fem!reader x boxer!jaemin x boss!haechan x (maybe boxer!jeno???)
genre ␥ series, smut with a plot, fluff, lil angst +
warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, praise kink, cheating, threesomes, corruption kink, dry humping, violence, reader is sexualized a lot, food ~ if there is more please let me know. *some may not be included in all parts*
synopsis: You went to a hidden boxing match and stumbled into some door which led you to be investigated. Before you know it, the leader of the organization wants to keep you for himself but his most famous boxers do as well.
MINORS DNI
!!these characters are completely fictional and do not represent the idol!!
links to previous parts:
part one
part two
“we can’t wake them up, Jaemin gets mad when we do” Renjun says stopping Haechan from entering the room.
Jealousy starts running through Haechan’s bloodstream. You wake up to their whispers “what are you doing” you wake up confused but you remembered you fell asleep crying to Jaemin.
Jaemin made you feel warm and safe even though you met him last out of all the boys. As for Haechan, your heart starts beating fast and you feel like he’s controlling your body.
“I got tired I didn’t mean to-“ Haechan dropped the bags and carried you off of Jaemin and off the bed. “Is this going to be an issue” he places you down on the ground and you try to stand up but he pushes you down.
You have no idea what haechan is going to do, Jaemin is fast asleep and Renjun just left. “It won’t be, plus nothing happened” you look up at him. Haechan grabs your hair and holds up in a ponytail. “No one can touch you unless i tell them to” he pulls your hair harshly and you let out a whimper.
“How about a small tour to my room” he kneels down to you and whispers into your ear “Jaemin never settles for one girl so don’t start with your fantasies” he lets go of your hair and stand up straight. You didn’t even see him that way, atleast not yet.
You follow him but he stops at the door way. “I bought you clothes, try them on for me” he takes the bags that were blocking the door way.
You take one look back to see Jaemin sleeping and you close the door. You avoid making eye contact with any of the guys on the way to Haechan’s room.
He opens the door and sets the bags on his desk. You are amazed at how big and spacious his room is compared to how your room is. “Take that off” he comes from behind you and lifts up Jaemin’s hoodie off of you. “Haechan i’m not wearing anything underneath” you try to cover yourself up with your hands as much as you can.
“I bought stuff off of your wishlist and pinterest”you guess he’s still digging deep into your history. he takes out a black laced bra with a ribbon as the front. That was going to be the one you were going to buy for your anniversary with sunwoo. “I can’t accept that. It costs so much” you turn your back at him again.
Haechan starts putting the top on you and goosebumps start flowing around where he touches you. You buckle the rest up, although it isn’t much coverage it’s better than nothing.
Haechan circles you again and faces you, he comes closer and starts tying the black silk into a bow. “Such a gorgeous present” he grabs onto your hips. Your cheeks are burning and your whole body too, he hands you a bag that possibly weighs 10 pounds "Open it.
"I'm going to open it on your bed this is so heavy" you laugh nervously trying to back away from the tension. You rip open the seal and you see all the clothes neatly folded. "Oh god these are so cute" it is a bunch of folded-up pajama sets. Some were silk or cotton, most were neutral colored, and occasionally pink sets.
"I won't keep you locked up in here forever so this is what you can wear when I take you out" he pulls out three white boxes with gold lettering of a brand you have never seen. One had a beautiful off-the-shoulder slip dress, the other was a two pieces set, and a white dress with pearled details. "You'll look so good standing next to me with those" You start to get shy again.
The both of you silently open the rest, a lot of it is simple basic clothes. "What are you doing?" Haechan asks, taking the receipts out of your hand which you were stashing in your pocket. "This must cost a lot, I am saving them so I can pay you back once I start working again" he holds your thigh still and gets them out of your pocket.
"Like I said you do not have to worry about it, lets go put these in the washer. The maid won't be here til Monday and I want you to have clean clothes" he puts everything back into the bags.
"I'm sorry for making you mad, I feel bad receiving all this" You stuff everything back into the bag. You pick up Jaemin's sweater to put on but he takes it from you. "Take the sweatpants off too, you will not wear his clothes" You take them off and stand there wondering what to wear. "What do you want me to wear?" he scans you up and down, "this" he hands you the matching bottoms to your top.
You switch them fast and he starts walking out. A black button up is lying on the floor and you snatch it and put it on, it covers you up until mid thigh. You start buttoning it up and exit his room.
where's the laundry room?- you ask yourself.
Jeno is walking to his room and freezes when he sees you. He continues to walk to his room, so you just walk down the hall and you see the door half open and it ends up being the laundry room. You walk in and Haechan stops putting clothes in the washer. "That is a better look" he comes close to you and unbottons the first three. "So lovely" he kisses your neck.
"To be honest I have no idea how to do laundry so I will have to ask one of these scum bags" you grab his from his collar before he walks out. "I can do it" you also unbutton his shirt "I don't want you to" he presses you closer to him. "I can handle it," you say, "What this?" he kisses down your neck and to your chest.
"I want to open my present" he whispers into your ear, lightly runs his fingers on the sides of your thighs, and lifts you up on the folding table.
"Haechan do you still want me to wa-" you jump at the sudden new voice. But Haechan doesn't stop kissing you "Haechan," you say but he doesn't stop.
You yank him off by his hair and he lets out a groan. "Sorry," you say to the tall black haired boy. "It's um...fine. I should be the one to apol-" he looks everywhere but your eyes. "Jisung just start washing" Haechan snaps at him and Jisung nods at him. "Words" he raises his voice but you tug on his hair to calm him down.
"Be nice, he is doing me a favor" You let go of his hair and hop off the table. He glares at the both of you and walks out "I'm sorry that he's making you do this. Thank you" Haechan grabs your arms and yanks you out of the room.
"Don't talk to him, I do not need another person to be angry at tonight" he lets go once you guys reach the hallway. "The food is ready" Renjun's voice echoes through the house.
"Let's go eat" he mumbles, his mood changes again. You frown and follow closely behind, you stop midway and tug on his sleeve. "Can you bring me my shorts from my room" you whisper to him.
"It's fine, it's not like they haven't seen legs before" he continues walking and you still hold onto him. "Please," you say but he continues walking and goes into the kitchen. You enter shortly after; Renjun, Jeno, Chenle, and Mark are preparing the food. Haechan is at the end of the kitchen sitting at the dining table on his phone.
The others haven't noticed you entered but you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and it's Jaemin "Here are your shorts" he hands you your spandex and you smile at him. "Thank you" You are about to put them on but he stops you. He unzips his sweater and covers you so you can put them on.
Now everyone in the kitchen has eyes on you...and Jaemin. Mark is laughing and whispering into Renjun's ear, Jeno is staring at you with a blank stare, Chenle smirks and looks back at Haechan. Haechan is eyeing you and back to his phone. "Jaemin you are training the newbies tomorrow," Haechan says.
"What? You said Jeno would be in charge of them, why me?" Jaemin raises his voice at him.
"Oh, you know why?" Haechan sets his phone down and crosses his arms.
"Why 'cause you're a possessive piece of-"Jeno covers Jaemin's mouth.
"You do not want me to tell them what you have done" Haechan walks up to them. Jeno lets go of his jaw but still stands in between them.
"Drop it, I just think you would teach them way better than I can. He was making it a big deal about earlier" Jeno says but he whispers the second part which you hear since you are a couple feet behind them. "Y/N you can take a seat," Renjun says walking through Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin to signal to break up the trio with his big bowl of meat.
"We have a guest stop acting like animals" Chenle joins the table. Mark comes with a small grill to cook the meat in. "Can the rest bring the rest of the dishes while we grill these" Renjun looks around.
None of them get up because they are angry, Jeno does and so do you. You were a server in high school so handling multiple plates wasn't an issue. As you were putting them down you felt a strong energy of eyes on you. You turn to your right and Haechan is deeply staring at you. You quickly set the last plate and turn away but meet with Jeno's eyes who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with two plates in his hands.
"Sorry, I can get out of your way now" You squeeze past Haechan's chair and Jeno's side. You speedwalk to the kitchen island and let out the air you were holding. Back at home, you were used to being around multiple guys due to Chanhee and Sunwoo being friends with a fraternity but this is different.
You grab the last side dish and the pitcher of water. Everyone is seated but everyone is looking your way, you look at them in confusion. You then remember what you are wearing.
Once you sit down you button your shirt up, and you are seated next to Haechan and an empty seat. The room is silent and you feel so tense, to break the silence you decide to bring up the fact that Jisung is not here. "Is Jisung coming?" you ask Haechan.
"Yeah I sent him a text" Haechan takes your plate and serves you everything. "Oh I don't like carrots" he sets the spoon back down with the carrots. "Thank you" You take the plate from him, and start eating. They all slowly start talking and you finally start seeing them as a group of friends. I guess being business partners and friends is a weird transition.
You eat silently and observe everyone. Jisung finally comes in and sits next to you. They all start serving and offering Jisung food, "aww man there is no more gyeongdans" You look down at your plate with two.
"Here you can have mine" before Jisung even answered, you set both on his plate. "Thank you" he smiles shyly. Haechan sets his free hand on your thigh and your leg twitches at the sudden cold contact.
He starts messaging your bare leg. His hands get closer to your inner thigh, he runs his fingernails up and down. You look at him and he’s casually talking. You stand up and grab the half full pitcher, “I’m getting us water” you walk to the kitchen to fill it up but Haechan follows. “Why did you run away” you felt like his prey that ran away but found you shivering behind a bush.
“I just didn’t want you to go farther in front of everyone” you say looking down at the pitcher. “Did you think I was going that far” he pressed his body to your back takes the pitcher from you. You don’t say anything because you’re afraid to offend him “Did you want me to” he speaks up again.
“I don’t. know” you turn to him trying to back away from the corner where the water cooler was but he is blocking the whole thing. He grabs you by the neck but not enough to choke you. “They’re all shooting glances at you and Jaemin specifically. What did you guys do while I was gone” his expression gets angrier.
“Nothing” he grips your neck harder which makes your body turn hot. “We just watched a movie after I washed up. I ended up falling asleep and I guess he did shortly after since he didn’t sleep at all last night” he releases you.
“If he ever makes a move on you or even touches you, you tell me. Do you understand” he says possessively. You nod yes but he chuckles “you look so cute when you’re scared, he unbutton your shirt again with his free hand.
“I don’t want them to see me” you cover yourself. “I’m just marking you so they know you’re mine” his soft lips are pressed against your bare skin. He sucks and bites a bit of your skin. A small whimper leaves your mouth, the more pain he cause to your body- the more it heats up.
“I don’t want to go back in there. It’s embarrassing” he looks at you and chuckles. “What are all the public humiliation stories that are in your history then. I can make your fantasies come true but if you are all whiny about it, it isn’t all that fun for both us sweetheart” he sets the pitcher down on the counter and leans against it.
“I just didn’t think anyone would find out or want to do it” you whisper. Jeno comes into your view and you try to hide in the corner. He grabs a beer from the fridge and leaves.
Haechan grabs your arm and moves you about two feet from where you’re standing. “Start walking, you did this in front of Jisung earlier. Why aren’t you listen to me” he always gets his way and you not listening is a shock to him.
You walk past him and move your chair next to Jaemin. You stare at Haechan, and he notices where you moved. Everyone goes silent, you eat starring directly towards Haechan across the table. Half of your sleeve slips down revealing more. You lean over the table to grab something.
“Jaemin my office now” Haechan stands up and Jaemin gets up but before he steps out he lifts up your sleeve. You eat in silence look at both of them leave.
It got silent but slowly they started to talk amongst themselves. Shortly after, you were done with your food so you picked up your plate and washed the dishes.
You thank the guys for the food and tell them that you’re going to your room. You laid in the bed just starring at the painting on the wall.
The door open and you jump from the position you were in. “What were you doing?” Jaemin laughs.
“I was starring at the paint” you responded and Jaemin nods.
“Well I’m here to apologize. I was too clingy according to Haechan, and I was just trying to be welcoming since I know this situation can be intimidating. I will be out tomorrow for training so I won’t get us in trouble” he chuckles but is getting a tad bit shy.
“You weren’t clingy. I enjoyed your company, thank you and I’m sorry I got you in trouble. He was making me mad” you look at him and he is smiling at you.
“Don’t worry I am used to his whining. Also you aren’t obligated to listen to him all the time. Go to me, Jeno, or Renjun. We are the ones that Haechan will listen to, well sometimes. goodnight y/n” he grabs the door knob.
“Goodnight, thanks again” you sigh and wave to him. He leaves and you are left in an empty room. You get under the covers and try to sleep but it’s barely 8pm. Having nothing to do and no technology is not helping.
You peek out of your door and you hear that they’re still in the living room. You hear footsteps and you close your door as silently as you can but the door gets stopped by a hand. It was Haechan so you just closed the door. He opens it again “don’t be mad at me princess” and walks towards you.
Haechan sets his head on your shoulder. His breath reaches the side of your neck, he guides your body to walk backwards. You’re laying half of your body flat on the bed while Haechan sets himself on each side of you. His chain is dangling in front of your face and kisses your forehead. You pull his collar to finally kiss his lips, they’re just how you imagine them. He isn’t as harsh as you want him to be so you tangle your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to you.
He starts to be more rough and sloppy. You break the kiss for air and for him to calm down but he continues to cover your collarbones in kisses. “Haechan” you whimper his name as you are still holding onto his soft strands of hair. He stops and looks up at you, he pulls down his loose shirt you have on.
He bites down on the silky bow and he slowly pulls it about to untie the front.
*soft knocks at the door*
“Of course” Haechan gets up and opens the door enough to peak his head out. “Im almost done with her laundry. I came to drop it off” you hear Jisung says and see his eyes peeking over Haechan’s head since he’s taller.
Before Haechan says anything rude you yell thank you to him. “Bye” Haechan grabs the clothes and slams the door.
You run to the door and Jisung is still there with an offended look “Thank you Jisung I appreciate it. You can leave the rest for me to do, don’t worry about it” you smile at him.
“No problem, goodnight” Jisung doesn’t say much because Haechan is behind you glaring at him.
“Why not suck his dick while you’re at it” Haechan says closing the door.
“I haven’t had some in a while so why not” you grab the freshly dried clothes and start picking.
“Don’t tell me you want him instead of me. I can give you more than anyone in this house could” his cold hands come in contact with your bare stomach and his fingertips tease the waistband.
“You probably say that to every girl you meet” you rest your head on his chest still standing against the bed frame.
“You don’t know me sweetheart” he puts his knee between your thighs.
“I could say the same to you” you scoff at his response. Haechan places his hands on your hips and guides your body to move on his thigh.
“What did I say about talking back” you don’t respond because he quickens the pace. You lean over slightly on the bed and arch your back to get more friction.
At this point your feet are floating in the air and he’s moving his knee to match your pace. You try to hold back a moan but it comes out when you feel his bulge getting hard on your ass. “Haechan I can’t” you roll your hips on him faster like a bunny in heat.
“You’re so wet. That pretty little mouth of yours says my name so right” he stops and drops his knee along with you down.
You stand up straight and turn to him. “I want more” your nails scratch down his back. “Please” you take off your shirt and crawl on top of the bed now looking directly at him.
Haechan isn’t moving from where he is. His eyes say something else and so does his hard member. He gets closer to you and whispers “This is your punishment, I suffer too but that’s what makes it fun” he leaves not caring.
You’re left with your mouth open.
Your thighs are literally dripping wet.
I cannot believe i got edged by a knee- you say out loud to yourself.
You scream into your pillow and just feel your cunt pulse. You go and change into fresh new clothes after cleaning yourself up.
This is going to be worse than you thought…
*the next day*
~Jaemin’s pov~
I was already in the bad mood after overhearing the shit Haechan told y/n but I know she won’t fall for his possessiveness.
I get to the training rink at around 7am ready to take out my anger on some of these newbies. I see Jia clinging onto the same guy she always does, you finally have a face to the name. He is the one that broke y/n’s heart.
“Start warming up with a partner. We are uneven so Sunwoo come warm up with me” I try to act professional but something in me makes me want to punch him. After what he did to make a beautiful girl cry to the point where she knocks out is insane to me. If i ever had her, i would treasure her and hold her every bit i can.
“How do you know my name” -sunwoo
“I don’t know you tell me” i swing at him slow but he dodges.
“Know idea man, but I’m honored” he throws a punch at my chest but I don’t move an inch.
“there’s three rinks. I will be observing the five of you. No body work or being a brawler during this. I want to see skill so do not try to speed things up and try to get your partner to ground or off the rink the fastest. Boxing isn’t just a race…it’s a mind game, it takes time to perfect each throw or move, so show me the best you can do” I genuinely like boxing so I’ll try my best to not get my anger in the way.
I am seeing them fight but all I can think of is y/n, seeing how her ex boyfriend is here being watched by another girl. “Jia can you please go rehearse with the other girls or do something else” i sit down in the referee where she is as well.
“why, I am not doing anything. I’m just watching” Jia says but she looks at my annoyed face and she rolls her eyes.
“Weirdo” she leaves.
I circle around looking at them switch partners and keep slamming each other. Three laps around the two rinks, sunwoo was off to the side waiting for his turn.
“Sunwoo come with me” i guide him to the empty rink. “Want to know what a haymaker is” he nods yes and you do it to him.
“Haymaker: A desperation punch thrown with full force and with the intent to knock an opponent out.” i smile down at him in pain on the floor.
“You know the meeting you had yesterday” i ask and he nods struggling to talk because of the pain.
“Take me to y/n’s place or it won’t be easy for you to be here” he swallows nervously and stands up.
“Ok, I have spare key” he shoves his shoulder with mine on the way out to the locker rooms.
“That’s all for today. You’re welcome to stay and practice or head on out for the day”
~end of Jaemin’s pov~
*on the way to your apartment*
The ride is silent, “How do you know y/n and why do I have to bring you?” Sunwoo knows a little bit of what Haechan and his crew do behind doors but Jia never really mentioned much to him.
“She just asked me to mail some stuff to her. I was in some of her classes” Jaemin says coming up with a lie.
“Why would she tell you out of all people? I have a spare key and so does my friend who’s best friend’s with y/n” Sunwoo is getting suspicious not wanting to take Jaemin. If he didn’t take Jaemin it’ll put his boxing career at risk, he already lost his gf due to it.
“Well I’m not sure if you remembered the part of cheating on her for a couple of weeks and she simply doesn’t want to see familiar faces” Jaemin gets out of the car and follows Sunwoo into the apartments.
Sunwoo is cussing Jacob in his head since he was the one who brought her in. He is connecting the dots on where you’re staying. “Is she staying at your house?” Sunwoo says standing in front of the door.
“Don’t worry about it. You aren’t dating her anymore” Jaemin smirks at him wanting to make him mad.
“I still care for her. Plus last time I saw her, your coworkers took her and since you know her…you’re probably the first person she ran to” Sunwoo opens the door.
“Why what would you do if she was at my place” they door enter into your apartment.
“I do want to apologize i’m not a complete asshole” he sits on the couch and Jaemin is observing everything.
Jaemin first takes your pile of mail and your laptop you left on the coffee table before you went to Sunwoo’s place. Luckily you have a online shopping addiction so you have coxes laying around the house.
Jaemin enters your room and starts putting your clothes into the boxes. He opens your underwear drawer and is mixed with other things. Sunwoo comes in and Jaemin picks up two toys. “Guess you weren’t doing your job buddy” Jaemin throws them into the box and covers them with socks.
“You’re lucky you’re stronger than me” Sunwoo clenched his jack. “These are dirty but they’re her favorite jeans. Take her pillow she can’t go to sleep without it. For makeup and everything else is in that desk she’ll probably want that too. Let me go get her shoes, I’m not sure how long she’ll be out but she’s an over packer regardless” Sunwoo paces around your room looking to see what else.
“For someone who cheated. You do sound like you care for her” Jaemin is in shock by what he is doing.
“I mean i’m the bad guy and she deserves to be comfortable wherever she is. If she’s with you man- please take care of her for me” he rubs his face. “I fucked up and I was being selfish” he whispers to himself.
Jaemin sighs “Just help me fill up this box” Sunwoo walks to your closet and picks out different dresses and your platform heels.
“I think four boxes is enough” Jaemin gets two and Sunwoo gets the other.
A security was already picking Jaemin up. “Thank you for letting me in, see you at practice” Jaemin takes the boxes from him.
“See you” Sunwoo is so embarrassed he doesn’t know if he still wants to attend that match.
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~Haechan’s House~
You were left inside the room the whole day. The only interaction you had was Jeno bringing you food and snacks. Haechan had to deal with something out of town.
Since there wasn’t much to do, you decided to give yourself a everything showed and then a hair blowout. That roughly took two hours out of the day and your hair looks good. Haechan did buy you a little bit of makeup since he looked through laptop…again. It came in the mail today so why not give yourself a full glam.
You wanted to look cute but comfortable so you put on the skirt pajama set that looked like a regular outfit. A quick look in the mirror and you are twirling like a ballerina.
The door opens and it’s Jeno. “Oh i’m sorry i just knocked a couple times i thought something happened” he looked at you up and down. A couple hours ago he saw you with knots in your hair and stains on your shirt. Even then he was still nervous around you but you weren’t aware.
“It’s alright. i was in my zone, you don’t have to bring me snacks every hour jeno. Don’t over work yourself on your day off” you laugh at how he brought another plate.
“Oh ok. I just don’t know how to take care of you. Jaemin made it seem easy” Jeno scratches the back of his head.
“You did a great job, the both of you. I truly feel bad how Haechan puts you guys to do stuff for me because I live by myself for a years so literally anything you guys do i’m appreciative” you grab onto his shoulder and he tenses up even more.
“We don’t mind honestly, i’ve done worse things. I’m going to be in the training room so if you need anything just step over. It’s a couple doors to your right” Jeno avoids eye contact and leaves.
You check if the coast is clear after you hear Jeno head into the training room. You go to the living room and watch the tv on mute with captions.
An hour passes and a door opens you jump to turn off the tv and duck under the couch. “I can still see you” Jeno walks over to you all sweaty in a tight muscle tee.
“Can I please be out here. I promise i’ll be good Jeno” you sit up and plead that he says yes.
“Fine but be in your room before I come out of the shower” he walks to his room and you’re smiling.
Jeno is trying his best to be cool. What no one knows is he was one of your top anonymous gifters on twitter. It was your side hustle every once in a while but Jeno will check everyday. Apparently no one has brought it or Haechan is keeping your account a secret. Sunwoo never knew about it or anyone in that matter.
Jeno is standing in front of the mirror still in shock that you out of all people end up here. You look so pretty today and he just can’t take it anymore. Jeno can’t say anything to Jaemin because he already became close with you. Renjun will freak out and tell Haechan, Chenle and Mark do not keep a secret. Which leaves Jisung but you aren’t too sure if it’s a good idea because he is worse than him at things like this.
Visions of your videos and picture start appearing in Jeno’s brain. He gets out his phone and looks up the username “yup it’s definitely her, fuck” he undresses and turns on the shower. A video of you on a pillow was the latest you posted, he can’t look away. His dick is now hard, he steps in the shower and starts pumping himself. Water droplets hit Jeno’s phones so he throw his phone in the sink. He envisions sneaking into your room and you riding him instead of the pillow.
He releases and sighs. This won’t be easy for him, he washes himself and gets out of the shower. He then gets dressed and dries his hair.
You are still sitting in the living room watching a random episode of regular show. The thousands of locks are opening one by one and you panic. You can’t find the remote or the off button so you run to the nearest closet which is the coat closet.
“Y/N you can come out of the room I have-“ Jaemin opens the closet you were in.
“What are you doing” he laughs.
“Jeno let me watch tv and I didn’t have time to run to my room” you say embarrassed.
“Well you’re lucky it was me because you chose the worst place possible to hide” he pulls you out and you smile at him. “I missed you, you’re the only one that treats me normal here” you hug him and he hugs you back.
“You look extra beautiful today” he strokes the back of your head as he hugs you. “Stop, I got bored” you pull away and see he hasn’t closed the door.
“I have a surprise for you. Since I had training with yk who. I made him take me to your apartment to bring your stuff” he brings in the boxes and you gasp.
“No way oh my god” you screech and jump up and down. You follow Jaemin with a box in your hand. Jeno comes back and sees the two of you on the couch.
“Hey Jeno” Jaemin dabs him up and he smiles at him. He sits next to Jaemin and you’re on the floor opening the first box. “Jaemin brought some of my stuff look” you pull out your plushie.
“I also brought you your pillow sunwoo told me” Jeno chocked on his saliva. It’s the same pillow and pillow case from the video he just watched. He looks away and watches the tv.
The first box had a plushies, your notebook, and the books you were currently reading. You opened the last one and take out some hoodies, you thought you were done but you pull one more hoodie and your toys and underwear are there.
“Oh god” you close the box and look at Jaemin then Jeno. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about princess. Go hide them” he whispers at the end.
You stay silent and slowly get up to your room. You do as told but you cannot believe he found then and also brought them to you. They follow you with the rest of the things shortly after. You put the clothes into the drawers.
You are bent over and your skirt flaps over half of your ass. Their eyes are glued to your exposed skin. You turn around and take the clothes they’re holding. Jeno swallows hard when his eyes meet yours “thank you” you smile and put it in the top drawer.
Jeno leaves without saying anything and Jaemin is still holding your stuff speechless. He did find you attractive but he wanted to respect you since Haechan clearly doesn’t and he can now see why.
“All done” you tasks the last thing off of his hands. “I really appreciate it Jaemin” you smile at him and he does back.
“No problem” he grabs onto your waist. “Sorry that I didn’t ask for your permission to look through your personal stuff” his thumb rubs your bare stomach.
“It’s fine, did he say anything?” he looks down at you concerned. “He does feel bad but it doesn’t eliminate the fact that he hurt you y/n” he gets closer to you.
“I know but part of me still wants him back” your heart breaks. “Jia was there during practice. They’ve been together for a while” your heart shatters.
“He wasted my time, it was too good to be true” you roll your eyes.
“You deserve to be treasured and loved. I beat the shit out of him for you” Jaemin said and your heart starts beating.
“Did you?” you put your arms around his neck. “I did, I had to humble him” you smile at him and his eyes move from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes.
It gets silent but you both lean in, your lips are less than an inch apart. “Can I kiss you?” Jaemin asks.
“please” your lips close the gap. He kisses back and breaks the kiss. “you’re so beautiful” he kisses you again but with passion. He lifts you up and you wrap your feet around him.
You guys look at eachother with huge smiles. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait much longer. I wanted to do it since the first time we spent the day together” Jaemin’s cheeks turn pink and you giggle at his apology.
“As a boxer you’re such a softie” you lay your head on his chest and he walks to the bed.
“You don’t know that” he sits down with you still holding onto him. You unwrap your legs and reposting yourself, jaemin hisses as you move.
You stop moving and he is looking down. You’re sitting on his bulge. “I can move if you’re not comfortable” you mumble. You get embarrassed because you didn’t realize the movements you were doing.
“No don’t- you’re fine” his hands are still on your hips. Jaemin hasn’t been interested in anyone in years and you are wrapping him around your finger.
“Did it feel good then?” your hands are on his chest running up and down on his rocked chest. He nods yes “you don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable baby” he sets a kiss on your collar bone which are covered with makeup since haechan decided to mark you.
“But i want to” you pout at him and you start moving your hips. Jaemin groans “I’m so glad Haechan isn’t going to be here tonight” he smiles.
“What are your plans” you start to add more weight and friction. “Spending it with you” he guides your hips and you arch your back as you feel him getting hard. Your cunt is already wetting his sweatpants. He starts to lifts himself along with you, “Oh i’m about to-“ you release your liquids but Jaemin doesn’t stop moving your hips.
You grab onto his broad shoulder and let out small whimpers. “You’re doing so good” Jaemin moans when you reposition and sit on his hard member. His pants are soaked with your release and his precum releasing through his pants. He begins to twitch in between your thighs and he releases.
The both of you are panting and smile at how much of a mess you both made. Jaemin lift up your skirt to see your laced panties soaked and stuck onto your skin. You haven’t even gotten touched by him and you’re already wanting more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and changed” he kisses your forehead. He stands up and you feel guilty because he’s more dirty than you’re.
Jaemin opens the drawer and get out shorts that match your top. “These are perfect” he goes up to you and signals for you to come to the edge. He first takes off your panties and he stuffs them in his pocket. “Jaemin no thats embarrassing” you try to take them away but he grabs your hand. “Can I have them please” he waves his face in front of you and smiles.
“You better not misplace them and someone else ends up finding them” you take the shorts from him and quickly change into them.
“Come to my room” Jaemin grabs your hand and before you guys come out he checks if anyone is coming. Jaemin pulls you and speed walks next door to his room.
Jaemin opens the door and Jeno is sitting there on his phone. “Jeno what are doing in my room” Jaemin puts you in front of him. “I just wanted to hangout but i can leave you guys to continue” your cheeks turn red.
“We can still hangout. We were just going to watch a movie either way, let me just change” Jaemin is still using you as a shield. Jeno stands up and throws boxers and sweatpants at Jaemin. “There you dumbass so you aren’t dragging her across the room” you laugh at how embarrassed Jaemin is.
He goes into the bathroom and changes. Luckily every room has its own bathroom which is so unrealistic. You stand where Jaemin left you and Jeno looks up from his phone and back down. “I’m sorry” you say shyly stand there while Jaemin gets back.
“It’s fine” Jeno mumbles.
It’s not fine for him though.
Two of his friends can have her even though he has wanted her first. If he knew you lived in the area he would’ve definitely dm you and not been anonymous.
Jaemin comes back and sit in the opposite side of where Jeno’s laying down. “Come sit in the middle, you’ll get a better view of the screen” Jaemin opens his laptop and opens the streaming app. You climb over the footboard and lay on your stomach in the middle.
The three of you watch the movie until Renjun and Jisung come home. Mark and Chenle had to join Haechan for back.
“Please don’t tell me you guys-“ Renjun drops his briefcase.
“No” you respond quickly.
“We are just watching a movie. Relax” Renjun sighs of relief after Jeno says that.
“Good because I do not want this triangle to turn into a square” Renjun says.
The three of you are confused but then you get. “Why not a pentagon” you smirk at him. Jisung enters and Jaemin says “or a hexagon”
You and Jaemin laugh while renjun leaves. “Hi jisung” you smile at him.
“Hi” he sweetly smiles back at you “i’m going to order food it’s less of us today anyway” he says. “What do you want y/n” Jeno says.
He catches you off guard because he hardly spoke to you and you felt like he hated you. “I am down for anything, but fry chicken sounds good”
“We can do that” Jisung gets on Jaemin’s bed and pulls out his phone.
You stare at all three looking at Jisung’s phone. They’re gorgeous and you can just stare at them all day. “y/n” you come out of your thoughts. “are you dreaming of something” Jaemin says squishing your cheek.
“No i was just admiring” you smile at him.
“At who” he raise his eyebrow.
“All three” you start giggling like crazy and you cover your face with a pillow.
“Why” Jisung says confused.
“Jisung this is why you don’t get bitches” Jeno mumbles.
“Ha says the one who is in love with a twitter girl” Jaemin snorts.
You stop laughing when you hear that. “I told you to never bring that up” Jeno intensely glares at Jaemin.
“How’s the menu looking” You change the topic.
“Here you can look at it” Jisung hands you the phone.
to be continued…
a/n
i’m sorry if that was too much. i am trying to test things out. tysm for reading :)
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﹫ SMOKING KILLS . . . 일이칠 ✮⋆˙
cigarette with his number on it, he gave it over me, do you want it?
[ ☆ ] nct 127 headcanon. afab! reader. warning. 18+ mdni, smoking, kissing, smut, fingering, missionary, rough sex, doggy style, blowjob, cowgirl, dirty talk, use of pet names.
the stench of the cigarette drenches the previous smell of sex, washing over the room with the repetitive drawl of smoke which plumes from your lips. and his. taeil always smokes after the two of you fuck, a habit he picked up from you along with your favorite brand. it's never during, always after. that way, he can taste you over and over again on his lips. rolling off his tongue and sticking to the air of the room. clinging to the underside of your fingernails and the ash that lingers on your tongue. he tastes you with every drag, a thought that causes his cock to ache. he's never able to finish those cigs.
"not the same," he mumbles against your lips, butt end of the cigarette poking your cheek as he holds your face between his hands, swiping his tongue softly against your bottom lip."fuck, you taste so much better, baby,"
sitting on his lap, legs spread with his slender fingers sliding up and down your slit, the cigarette in between your lips is practically forgotten. though, not by johnny who reaches up to steal it from its imprisonment between your teeth with a low laugh. he whispers some undoubtedly grating comment into your ears as he blows out smoke, pressing his middle finger just barely inside of you before pulling out and drawing tight, slow circles around your clit. he loves the way you jerk against him, biting back desperate whines, eyes clenched shut and hands gripping the edge of your t shirt. he taps the ash off the cigarette which an absent minded flick of his wrist, bringing it back to your open mouth with a self-satisfied grin and the sudden plunge of his fingers.
“what’s a matter, baby?” he coos, nipping at your earlobe as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has your eyes rolling back in your head, “don’t wanna smoke?”
you think taeyong looks his most handsome when he’s just like this. between your legs, delicate hands pushing your thighs back as far as they can. using them as a crutch to hold himself upright, a whiny hiss escaping from his mouth each time he pushes his cock back into you. mumbling about how tight you are, how good he feels when he’s fucking you, all these pretty words that are muffled by the presence of the cigarette in between his lips. the ash falling down to the exposed expanse of your belly each time he thrusts, teeth clenched so tightly that the cigarette itself has become a contorted, disfigured image of itself.
“so good, so, so good…” he whimpers, words unintelligible and eyes fluttering somewhere between clamped down and wide open as he leans against your legs, cock twitching as you clench around him. smoke dripping from his lips as he mewls, “so fucking tight, so perfect for me,"
it always starts with shotgunning. a shared cigarette leading to a heated kiss, smoke falling from your open mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip. a kiss leading to you being bent over onto all fours. all fours leading to yuta’s cock relentlessly slamming into you. cigarette held in between the slender fingers that are laced into your hair, pulling harshly enough that your neck is craned back, earning you a breathless, cheshire grin from the man fucking you stupid. his opposite hand is digging into your hip, a grip so hard that you’re sure there will be bruises in the shape of his handprint when he’s finished. he’s barely able to take a drag, mouth never closed long enough to actually inhale the smoke, always interrupted by a hoarse groan or a comment that nearly sends you over the edge. but when he does smoke, he’s always so lightheaded from the feeling of his cock inside of you that he doesn’t even taste it.
“yeah, you like that?” it’s less of a moaned-out question and more of a definitive statement as his fingers tighten against your hip, taking a shaky drag, “that’s it, pretty. you take my cock so well,”
there are many simple pleasures in jaehyun’s life. and one of them is watching you suck on the head of his cock, blowing smoke from your cigarette as you lap at his throbbing tip. one hand holding the cig, perfectly poised on the v of his torso, and the other tensed around the base of his cock, moving in pace with the strokes of your tongue. he loves the taste of the cigarette, a mixture of you and him, sealed with the impression of your lipstick that is smeared against both the rolled paper and the length of his erection. head tossed back, hand laying over his shut eyes, he takes a drag before handing it back to you. feeling your exhale on his sensitive head, inducing the ache of his cock and a low moan before you finally allow him to slide back into your mouth.
“don’t stop,” he groans, opposite hand digging into the flesh of his thighs as you circle his tip, blowing smoke against him, “shit, baby. you’re driving me crazy,”
doyoung doesn’t like the brand you smoke, constantly nagging you to switch to his favorite brand. that way he wouldn’t have to gag whenever you two kissed or make a face of disgust whenever he caught a whiff of it on you. but he supposes that they aren’t all that bad when they’re smothered by the stench of sex. when the only taste on his tongue is blood, biting down on his bottom lip as he buries his cock into you. one hand pressing down upon the small of your back as you arch for him, the other steadying your ashtray that rocks against the sheets each time he thrusts into you. he steals the cigarette from your stuttering fingers, wet with your drool and bent from your grip. he supposes that he could get used to your brand.
“tastes like you, pretty,” he pants, leaning forward against your back to place it between your lips, encouraging you to take a drag, “don’t you think?”
repeatedly sinking down onto his cock, bottoming out with an airy moan, you nearly drop the cigarette on jungwoo’s chest. his hands are everywhere, cupping your ass, sliding up to your waist, kneading your breasts, thumbs slipping over your nipple with practiced precision. every movement, every breath is concluded with a whimper that escapes from his throat, rolling his hips into you in a desperate plea to get any further semblance of friction. he’s so sensitive that it’s almost pitiful, babbling incoherent sentences that are more moans than words as you rock your hips in a fluid rhythm. cigarette brought to your lips and smoke exhaled alongside a mewl of pleasure, your opposing hand laced with his own as he paws at your tits. there are two things that he prizes above all other iterations of chasing a high, smoking and watching you smoke. and it’s for this reason that you continually lean down onto his chest, hand steadying yourself on his torso and pussy clenching around his cock. you bring the cigarette to his lips, watching him take an exaggerated drag. one that you meet with a clumsy kiss, smoke trapped between your mouths. the feeling of your tongue on his, the tobacco burning in the back of his throat, and his cock buried all the way inside of you is enough for him to lose any shred of self control.
“it’s not fair,” he whines, rutting his hips into you as he smokes, your hand brought to his lips in an effort to let him take another drag, “you just make me cum too quickly,"
for the majority of your time knowing mark, smoking has always been more your speed than his. and perhaps that was for the best. because right now, watching him fist his cock above your pussy, occasionally smearing his precum against your aching folds with a cigarette in between his lips, is bringing you to the brink of orgasm. he takes a drag with a trembling hand, exhaling with half-lidded eyes and a needy groan. the smoke sticks to his eyelashes, clouding his vision as he rubs his tip over your clit before moving down to buck against your slit. he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding it in between two, slender fingers as he presses down on your lower stomach. feeling himself push inside of you with a cacophony of hissed iterations of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck,’ amongst others. and when he starts fucking you? thrusting in and out as he whines about how much he loves you, how good you feel, how he’s already so, so close. the cigarette is left forgotten and crumbling on the surface of your torso, allowing you to steal it from his lingering fingers and save yourself the trouble of a burn.
“don’t look at me like that, baby,” he groans, watching you stare back at him as you take a lazy drag, tits bouncing and face flushed, “shit, you’re gonna make me cum with that look,”
you’re not one hundred percent sure that haechan knows what shotgunning is. but you can’t complain much when his hands are on you like this, one gripping your waist and the other clawing at your back as he presses himself against you. cock buried deep inside of you as he whimpers and whines against your neck, pressing sloppy, drooling kisses to your throat and leaving behind the soft impression of his teeth. he ruts into you like a dog in heat, desperate and urgent as if his life depends on it. you barely can take a drag of the cigarette that’s caught between both of your entangled fingers before he’s kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he inhales the smoke that has fallen from your lips.
“t-too much,” he slurs, biting down harshly on the space between the beginnings of your shoulder and neck, “gonna cum. so fucking close,”
🗯️ note. if it wasn't obvious by the length of his section, jungwoo has me gnashing my teeth, ripping out my hair, shaking the bars of my enclosure. i need a cig after writing this.
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Breakfast on the sheets˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
<dom!Jeno x sub!reader>
summary: Jeno had an erotic dream about you and tries to forget it while showering but when he walks out and sees you, he can’t control himself.
praise talk // degrading talk // dirty talk // spitting // fingering // pussy eating // riding // pet-naming // HEAVY aftercare
Jeno steps out of the shower with a towel hanging from his shoulders and another longer tower wrapped around his waist.
You’re laying on the bed, watching him with a smirk. His wet black hair was hanging over his eyes. “You’re up, baby?” he asks walking closer to you, running a hand through his soaked hair.
You nod, your eyes stuck on his well-defined abs. Jeno notices and he smirks, “you like what you see?”
He then suddenly corners you between his arms, holding himself above you. “You look really pretty this morning, honey…I dreamed of you tonight..”
“You did?” You ask seductively while staring up at him.
He nods while humming. “I did…Hmm..Do you want to know what we did?” he asks, caressing your jawline, not focusing on your eyes but on your lips. “Ah, but I’d prefer to show you rather then tell you. Actions tell more than words, afterall…” his husky voice against your faint ears sends shivers down your spine.
He looks at your reaction which is inviting him to do whatever he’d like with you. He bites his lip smirking while pulling the blanket off of you down along with your pants, leaving your lower half in your laced white panties which were already almost drenched. “You’re so messy, princess..You’ll wet the bed at this rate just by seeing me shirtless” he smirks at his words as he can feel himself get harder.
He moves your underwear to the side, sliding his finger across your slit, making you gasp. Jeno scoops up your fresh lube and makes you suck his finger. “Taste the fluids you make for me, dear…See how fucking slutty it tastes, you fucking whore.”
You do as your told and suck his finger dry. “Good girl~…Such a good girl…” he says petting your head with that same hand.
He slides it down gently and teases your hole, making eye contact with you. “Tell me, baby. How much do you want my finger in you?”
You bite your lip, a bit embarrassed before starting but soon gathering your courage to be shameless; “I want it…Show me how you used me like your cum dump in your dreams” you cry out with a pleading face.
“Fuck…You’re so good for me, baby girl..” he groans while sliding two fingers into your drenched hole, practically swallowing him in. “…so wet…so messy…such a good slut, fuck..” he licks his lips going down on your slippery cunt and starts licking the extra fluid off of your legs, his tongue getting closer to your clit making your hips buck forward uncontrollably.
He notices your reactions and decides to please you. He thrusts his two fingers deep inside you while his tongue sucks on your clit. Your overstimulation is causing you to moan and shake uncontrollably. “Jeno!” you yell out his name as you can feel the knot in your stomach get tighter.
“Fuck baby, you sound so lovely. It’s music to my ears~…” he continues his vigorous thrusting, determined to make you cum. “Let it out for me, princess.” he whispers to your pussy, before licking your clit again.
His thumbs curl forward, hitting just the right spot making your back arch as you cover your mouth to not be too loud. “Jeno—wait, I’ll cum! Oh, fuck..!” you cry out as he continues, not slowing down his pace.
You’re soon to reach your orgasm as you moan out his name several times. Your cunt squirts all over his fingers and he licks you clean. “You taste so sweet, baby…so sweet for me…” his eyes are dazed and full of lust, wanting to continue.
“This won’t do…I can’t be the only one knowing how delicious you are…” As you’re still trying to regain your senses, he slicks his tongue across your dripping slit, scooping up your fluids and reaching in to kiss you, spitting it all in your mouth. You moan at his actions, already feeling yourself get aroused again.
He pulls his towel aside, letting his painfully hardened cock spring out in front of your pretty pussy. “You’re so pretty. You want my cock, right? You’re probably thinking how it feels even if it has been stuffed in you several times already. Beg for it, slut. Fucking beg for it.” he growls, slapping his dick on your stomach then teasing your hole.
“Jeno..! Please, pretty please…Can I please be filled with your cock again? …please…” you whine as your breath gets heavier at the thought of his big cock pounding in you.
“Fucking whore.” he says smirking and flipping you over, slamming his dick in you and slapping your ass. You jiggle your pussy on his hungry cock which makes him slap your ass again, letting out a moan from you. “You like being slapped, huh? You dirty bitch.” he growls before suddenly pounding his dick in you, not giving you a second to adjust.
“Ack! Jeno..!” you cry out, tears pooling in your eyes until they overflow and drip down your cheeks. It’s as if your cunt was designed to fit Jeno’s cock like a glove.
He slams in your ruthlessly before suddenly stopping and pulling out, letting you whimper in pain at the sudden empty feeling. “Why..? Jeno..” you cry out.
“Ride my cock, slut. Show me how dumb you are for my dick.” he demands, sitting down with his length sprung up, waiting for it to be given attention.
You bite your lip before climbing up in his lap and slowly inserting his hardened cock in you, keeping your eyes on his face expressing pleasure. Not a lot of time passes before you find yourself bouncing up and down on him, grinding on his lap, holding yourself on his chest.
“Fuck…you’re so good for me. Such a good princess..” he praises, brushing your hair away from your face. “Shit…I’ll fucking cum…you’re so good.” he groans, arching his back, locking his hands on your hips as they rock back and forth.
Your moans raise a pitch, “Me too, baby…Let’s come together…so good..” you utter, your mind barely even being able to put simple words together.
A couple more poundings and it gets you two moaning together sweet nothings. “Where do you want my cum, baby. Come on, say it~..” he whimpers.
“Fuck. Anywhere. I’ll fucking take it anywhere, Jeno.”
Soon enough, you end up cumming as Jeno takes his length out, bringing it close to your mouth and makes you swallow it.
Your head collapses on the bed as you pant heavily, trying to recollect yourself. He pats your head as he goes to grab his towel from before. “You did so good for me, princess. It’s all I could’ve asked for. I love you so much~..” he praises you as he wipes his mess off of you and picks you up bridal-style, carrying you carefully to the bathroom, setting you into the shower so you won’t have to do anything more.
Your eyes open slightly, seeing him taking care of you, you chuckle to yourself; “My baby worked so hard for me, I should clean my mess, right?” he says somehow feeling the need to explain himself.
Jeno showers you from neck to feet. Once he’s finished he carefully picks you up and begins drying you. Treating you as if you’re made out of porcelain, he wipes off every drop of water while letting you rest on a stool.
The cold air from the air hits your damp skin which makes you shiver. “You’re cold? I’m so sorry baby…” he says with a pout, wrapping a larger towel around you and rubbing his hands in a fast motion on your arms to warm you up.
“Here, let me get you dressed,” he insists, reaching to pick you up again.
“But…you..” you mutter. He cocks his head to the side, “Sorry?”
“You’re not dressed.”
Jeno looks down at himself, reminding himself he’s been walking naked around the house. “A prince must take care of his princess first, right?” he smirks to himself as he picks you up again and sets you carefully in bed, wrapping you in a thick blanket.
He tucks you in, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get in bed with you after I shower too.” Jeno reassures you, whispering it in your ear, making you giggle.
Not a lot of time passes before Jeno steps out of the shower, drying himself before getting in bed with you, hugging from behind and kissing your back lovingly. “I love you, baby” he says with a husky voice.
“I love you too, Jeno.” you say back, snuggling into his embrace.
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𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎
› 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
› 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭; 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨
› 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟔𝐤
› 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱/𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚/𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦/𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐝/𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤
› 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
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“Hyung, stop putting me on speaker, I’m tired of listening to Jaemin’s fucking whining!”, your husband’s loud voice cuts through the quietness in your shared home, making your ears perk up in anticipation.
You patiently stay seated on the couch, not knowing if he’s even aware of your presence as he bursts into laughter and sends tiny jolts of warmth right into your chest to remind you just how much you‘ve missed him.
It’s been so long; way too long for your personal liking.
However, none of this has come as a surprise to you, because after all, you knew what to expect as his wife.
This is the Lee Jeno you fell in love with in your second year of High School.
Hard working, ambitious, disciplined, organized and always the one to get exactly what he wants and who knows how to get it.
Most of these being actual reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.
And at this point you’ve lost count on how many times his attitude and general lifestyle has helped you to get your shit together and become the person you are today. Throughout the years, both of you have constantly been working towards the best versions of yourselves and while Jeno would have done it anyway, you would have probably given up halfway through the journey.
It was him. It’s always been him.
No matter how many times all those dark thoughts and doubts have gotten to you, Jeno was always the one to help you fight them. So many nights spent in each other’s arms, blocking out the world and just focusing on the feeling of complete security and acceptance around you before he built you up again and put you back onto your feet.
The older you get, the worse your states of anxiety have become and although you've been dealing with it a lot better than before, you still struggle to shut it down completely on your own, especially with the fear of losing the one person who never once failed to pull you out of it.
Which is why, you couldn’t help but imagine the worst when people used to warn you of possible changes which might come with being married.
Despite taking notice of your overreaction and your anxiety taking over you again, you still found yourself distancing yourself from your husband.
You developed distance as a self defense mechanism in your youth to avoid any further heartbreak by the opposite party doing it first and even after all these years of being with him, basically knowing him like the back of your hand and trusting him with your whole heart, you still let those doubts and fears get to you.
It’s not like Jeno has changed since the two of you have gotten married almost two years ago. He’s still the loving, caring and incredibly understanding man you fell for all those years ago.
But recently he’s been spending a lot more time at work; leaving early in the morning and coming home way later than usual – you barely get the chance to look at his face in daylight anymore.
And of course, the sudden change in his working pattern turned out to be ideal for your anxiety to feed off of.
Because the less you’re seeing him, the less time he spends at home, the deeper you fall into this dark hole and for the first time in years you can’t get yourself to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
However, you’ve had enough.
You miss your husband, physically and mentally craving his presence, his touch, his words and although it’s taking you every bit of energy and self control, you manage to push those anxious thoughts all the way to the back of your head and keep the focus on the real issue.
By the time you’re done nervously staring at your hands, Jeno has already made his way through the hallway and is still busy listening to Mark on the phone; his ring clad fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey when he eventually discovers you.
“Baby, you‘re still up”, he says, perfect brows arched in surprise before he lifts a finger to stop you from responding, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hyung. Have a good one”, your husband quickly ends the call and places his phone on the dinner table before he approaches you with a soft smile on his handsome face.
You inhale shakily, taking in the sight of him after not having the chance to for so long and the longer you look at him, the worse the urge to burst into tears becomes.
“My love”, he whispers softly, a genuine, yet exhausted smile placed on his pretty face as he comes to sit down next to you on the big couch, “you shouldn‘t have stayed up for me, baby, it‘s so late!”, he chuckles gratefully and places one of his big hands on your cheek.
His eyes start roaming your face attentively, the way they always do, to see if he can read your mood through your facial expressions. You move even further into his warm touch, your body so starved, you feel yourself growing aroused from something as simple as the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek.
Of course it‘s not just that, but also his familiar scent, a mixture of his rather spicy yet comforting cologne and a hint of vanilla, as well as the warmth he‘s radiating most of the time.
Your lids flutter shut when his thumb moves to your chin and down your throat, a couple of his fingers now softly grazing your shoulders which are on full display because of the camisole you are wearing. The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine and at the thought of having one of those pretty hands firmly buried in between your legs, you can‘t help but press your thighs together and let out a soft sigh.
“I missed those pretty sounds”, Jeno whispers, his voice a lot deeper, raspier and more strained than just a moment ago and you can‘t believe how just that tiny change has your pussy clenching even more desperately.
You slowly open your eyes, bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth and heart almost brutally slamming against your rib cage.
“Is that why you stayed up, pretty one? You want me to fuck you? Have you grown that needy yet?”, your husband chuckles softly, excitement gleaming in his pretty eyes and if it wasn‘t for his words, you would have lost yourself in their familiarity.
“But I can‘t and won‘t blame you because I feel the exact same. It‘s been way too long”, he suddenly whispers, placing his glass on the little table next to the couch before he takes off his expensive watch and gets rid of his tie; his gaze never once leaving your needy one. You know he‘s enjoying the way you‘re practically squirming underneath him, whereas you struggle to care about how desperate you are for him.
“You‘re so quiet, baby, is everything alright?”Jeno says with worry swinging in his tone, eyes focusing the way you are busy pulling on your fingers and basically serving your nervousness on a silver plate.
A deep sigh leaves your lips when you realize that there‘s no point in even trying to hide what‘s bothering you, not when you have a husband as attentive and careful as Lee Jeno.
“I miss you, Jeno”, you whisper and finally get yourself to lift your head and actually look at him, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the thick veil of tears covering your sight.
“Oh, baby, I–”, “It‘s just...you work so much and on your days off you go and spend time with your boys and I can‘t help but feel like you‘re purposely avoiding me, even if you are this sweet to me. I know I don‘t have the right to feel this way because you’re pouring everything into your work and don‘t get me wrong, that‘s one of the reasons I‘m so in love with you, but it‘s been so, so long since we just had a whole day to ourselves. Just the two of us lazing around, watching trashy movies and fucking every now and then, like we used to do”, the words just keep coming, your chest growing lighter and lighter the more you speak and despite the volume of your heart literally thrumming inside your throat, you can‘t help but feel relieved.
Jeno never once stops looking at you, his hands firmly wrapped around yours as he listens to your every word.
“Jeno, we haven‘t had sex in a month”, you say and gulp harshly, “and in the beginning, I didn‘t really care because I know just how exhausting and tiring work is for you. But then I came to visit you in your office and saw the women you were surrounded by and ever since that I can‘t stop myself from thinking that maybe that‘s why you refuse to touch me”, your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, followed by two thick tears streaming down your cheeks and a little sob falling past your lips.
You don‘t want to cry; you weren’t planning on doing so, but the pain and heaviness of not being enough for someone as perfect as Jeno comes crashing down on you a lot faster than you expected it to.
“And that‘s okay!”, you suddenly say and lift your hands up to show him how okay you are with it as you nervously wipe away your tears. “My body has changed a lot ever since we first got together and we‘ve been with each other for so long, I won't ever blame you for actually leaving me to find someone else, seriously”, your words are raw, they‘re everything you‘ve been worrying about but they‘re also nothing but the truth.
Lee Jeno is way out of your league; always has been and always will be.
In all those years you‘ve been with him, he‘s only grown taller, muscles even stronger, face even sharper. Whereas you‘ve been struggling to get to the point where you feel absolutely satisfied with yourself.
Usually you manage to ignore those self-destructive and criticizing thoughts, mostly because Jeno has ever failed to make you feel good about yourself. But in the past few weeks, you haven‘t even had the motivation to put on your favorite lingerie to send your husband some teasing pictures the way you like to. The thought of annoying him or actually turning him off with the sight of yourself hadn‘t left you alone so you opted to hate yourself instead.
“My love…”, Jeno sighs and tilts his head back with a soft sigh before he places his hands on your waist and makes you straddle his lap.
You‘re quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and push your face into the crook of his neck. This type of intimacy is the one you‘ve been craving the most: holding and being held by him. Slowly, but surely you feel yourself calming down and it doesn‘t take long for your cries to die down.
His warmth, scent, presence and soft touches build the perfect wall of security, comfort and protection you‘ve been trying to create for the past few weeks, yet have failed miserably every single time.
“Thank you for talking to me about this instead of bottling it up even more”, he begins, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations through your chest, “I‘m sorry for making you feel this way. I really am. For me, you’ve always been so perfect and that won’t ever change. To think that you think this way actually breaks my heart and I promise I will try my best to make you feel more loved and appreciated just as I used to.”, Jeno whispers, his hands softly roaming your body and in combination with his warm body so close to yours, you calm down completely.
“It‘s just been really stressful at work and I didn‘t want to burden you with it because I know how much you worry about me. I love my job, after all i get to do what I love and work with my best friends but I‘ve been neglecting you and that was and will always be the one thing I want to avoid, no matter how busy I get”, Jeno‘s words are genuine, they‘re sincere and they‘re everything you wanted to hear.
“I don‘t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me, Jeno”, you reply and tilt your head to the side, your fingers grazing his pretty features softly, enjoying the familiarity of his gaze.
“Obligated? Baby, you‘re my wife. We‘re supposed to be there for each other and I‘ve promised to make you happy no matter what, and you know I always keep my promises”, Jeno replies and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his tight grip on your waist builds the sweetest contrast to it and easily leaves you longing for more.
“It’s been so long, all I‘ve been daydreaming about was you”, he breathes, sending shivers down your spine and with a soft whine, you bury your fingers in his thick hair, “the amount of times I‘ve fucked my fist to the thought of you is embarrassing, but I couldn‘t help it”, you gulp harshly at his lewd words, the mental image of your husband jerking off to you while you had convinced yourself he wasn’t as attracted to you anymore, definitely manages to boost your ego in just the right way..
You feel yourself growing hotter, the temperature in the room almost suffocating you and suddenly the thin camisole feels as heavy as a thick winter coat.
Jeno lets out a soft grunt at the way you start pulling at his hair, his hands now anxiously groping the soft flesh of your thighs as he desperately tries to pull you even closer to his body. He starts littering your neck in open mouthed kisses, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin before he thrusts his hips up and elicits the sweetest moan from your throat just like that.
Usually you would have been embarrassed by the wet patch on your panties, especially because he hasn’t even done anything yet, but this time you can’t get yourself to care; arousal clouding your mind in a way you’ve missed it oh, so much.
“Baby…”, Jeno groans, throwing his head back with a deep moan when you start circling your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction giving your neglected clit just what it needs.
“Feels so good”, you whimper, pulling at his hair even more and losing yourself in the pleasure as soon as your husband meets the movements of your hips with lazy thrusts of his own.
“Look at my slutty little angel girl”, he sighs, his voice even raspier than before and if it wasn’t for the way he’s finally decided to pay some attention to your breasts, you would have lost your mind, “you’re so desperate and needy for my cock, hm? Just because you haven’t gotten your cunt fucked in a hot minute? How pathetic…”, the sound of those dirty words falling past his plump lips have you whining out loud almost shamelessly; after literal weeks of not hearing them, you can’t and won’t even try to deny just how much they get to you.
“Just for you”, you breathe against his mouth, pulling the flesh of his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking at it softly; Jeno rewarding you with a deep grunt as he guides your hips to move your needy cunt over the whole of his clothed cock.
“Of course it’s just for me, baby”, Jeno replies and pushes your camisole over your barely covered ass, kneading the soft flesh harshly before he lands a harsh spank on your left cheek; the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure pushing you even further into the thick haze of lust.
“I own this fucking cunt after all ”, he whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, “it’s all mine to use and fuck as I please. Only I get to stuff this tight pussy of yours full of my cum. Am I right, baby?”
You start nodding like crazy, your fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt as the sudden need to feel his skin underneath yours overwhelms you.
“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”, Jeno suddenly hisses and wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, pulling your attention back to his face within a moment and as if the feeling of his tight grip wasn’t enough, he continues to roll his hips into yours, pushing the tip against your throbbing clit with every single movement.
“Yes, you’re right”, you whisper, your eyes lazily taking in the sigh of your husband’s flushed cheeks and bit swollen lips; his strong gaze fixating you like his life depends on it.
“There we go, good girl”, he smiles and softly pushes you from his lap and the sudden lack of pressure on your clit makes you whimper desperately. In fear of any form of distance, you take the fabric of his dress shirt into your palm, gripping it tightly as you look at him with teary eyes.
“Jeno…”, Jeno looks at you with his brows arched in surprise, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction from you and at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck your little pussy the whole night and make you cum as much as you want, okay? But I have to take my clothes off first and while I do that, you can prepare that tight cunt of yours for my cock, hm?”, your husband says softly, his hand caressing your naked thigh before he stands up to get himself undressed.
You let out a shaky sigh, your panties already sticking to the wet flesh of your cunt to the point of discomfort and for the first time ever since your first time (with Jeno), you find yourself hesitating to get naked in front of your husband.
After weeks of struggling to like the person in the mirror until you eventually stopped looking at yourself completely, the thought of showing yourself off to the man you are so in love with, seems more than just scary.
And of course, Jeno is quick to notice; almost instantly halting his movements as he watches you fumble with the hem of your camisole.
“You don’t have to take it off, baby”, he says and shrugs off his dress shirt to reveal his strong torso to your hungry eyes, the dark lines of his tattoos building the most beautiful sight in contrast to his pale skin.
“I fucking love your body. Every mark, every scar, every single thing you hate about yourself. You’re perfect to me, my love, please don’t ever forget that”, you gulp harshly, the genuine tone in his voice taking away some of the heaviness on your chest and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “and I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. But before everything, I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?”
With a soft sigh and an appreciative smile, you start nodding, a single tear running down your cheek as you enjoy the hungry gaze of your husband roaming your body.
You manage to get a grip of yourself a moment later, pulling your ruined panties down your legs and handing them to Jeno as if it was the most normal thing to do. And for you – it kind of is.
Ever since the two of you had first started getting intimate with each other, Jeno had always asked for your underwear, shamelessly pressing the crotch to his nose to inhale the scent of your arousal.
“Come on, pretty girl, you know I won’t fuck you if you don’t prepare yourself first”, Jeno mumbles and fumbles with his belt, staring at you with hooded eyes and an almost devilish smirk on his lips.
A shiver runs down your spine as you pull down the straps of your camisole with shaking fingers, pushing the fabric down until you finally expose your naked chest to your husband’s prying gaze. You watch the way he stops what he’s doing as he waits for you to do what he’s asked you to do and with another shaky inhale, you let your hand wander in between your spread legs.
“You’re afucking mess, pretty one”, Jeno remarks, finally pushing his pants down his thick thighs, “can’t wait to fill that tight pussy up to the brim with my fat cock. You better stretch yourself, baby, Daddy’s not going to go easy on you tonight.”
And as soon as those words leave his lips, you plunge one one of your fingers into your wet hole, a soft moan escaping your throat at the feeling of your digit dragging along your sensitive walls. Only a couple of pumps later, you add another one; your whole body craving the feeling of being filled until you can’t breathe and after having to use your fingers to get yourself off for so long, you can’t wait to finally get what you’ve been wanting so badly.
With almost practiced flicks of your wrist, you manage to hit all the right places as you rub your clit against the palm of your hand, pushing yourself closer to your orgasm and easily blending out the presence of your husband. A row of soft moans leaves you, the feeling of your fingers just slightly grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you has you arching your back desperately.
“Baby”, Jeno’s deep voice pulls you out of your dazing haze of arousal, “I told you to stretch yourself out, not make yourself cum”, he hisses, pulling your fingers out of your clenching core before he holds your hand up for both of you to see the amount of juices covering your digits.
“I’m sorry, Daddy”, you whimper and gulp harshly, trying your best not to press your thighs together when Jeno wraps his tongue around your fingers and starts lapping up your arousal.
“Fuck”, he moans loudly, pushing your legs apart even further before his gaze drops to your glistening cunt, “I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours so badly, baby”, Jeno whispers, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs before he moves one of his hands up to grope your breast, harshly pulling at your perky nipple.
“No!!”, you whine and sit up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and staring at him with another pout on your lips, “can you please fuck me first? Need you to stuff me with your cock”, you add, moving your hand up to palm his rock hard erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, of course taking the opportunity to caress the warm skin of his torso.
But instead of replying, Jeno just scoffs, pushing your hands away from his body before he wordlessly makes you lay back down on your back again, his ice cold gaze making you whimper in anticipation. Despite watching him lift his hand, you can’t hold back the loud yelp when he suddenly lands a harsh spank on your cunt, followed by a second and a third one; the delicious sting sending tears into your ears and eliciting a row of high pitched moans from you as the throbbing of your clit intensifies.
“Oh, angel girl”, he groans and – finally – pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, “we both know if it hadn’t been this long, I would have made you ride my face for hours, so you better be grateful Daddy’s just as needy as you tonight…”, you let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp when your husband slowly pulls his underwear down his thighs, his thick cock slapping against his abs and almost instantly making you whimper.
“Patience, my love”, Jeno mumbles before he gets comfortable between your legs and then starts teasing your needy clit with the wet tip of his hard length.
“Ready, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he slowly pushes into you; the slick sounds of your walls taking him in the only thing you hear before Jeno’s loud moan fills your ears.
"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you", he hisses through gritted teeth, giving you the time to adjust to his impressive size, your breath hitching in your throat because of the amount of pleasure rushing through your veins.
"I missed this little cunt so fucking much, baby", your husband mumbles against your cheeks before he starts slowly moving his hips.
"Missed your cock, too", you whine, “so much”, your nails scratch the skin of his broad back when his movements start picking up pace.
His long and sensually slow strokes against the sensitive walls of your cunt give you a hard time focusing on anything else but the sweet anticipation. Jeno hums at your words, his thrusts even deeper than just a second prior and the way he pulls all the way out only to thrust into you with full force, has your head spinning. Your mouth falls open as his harsh pounding elicites loud moans from you with every single thrust and at this point, you're not even trying to keep quiet.
Jeno fucks you hard and fast, edging you multiple times as he brings you close to your orgasm, only to pull away just as you're about to cum. Your pussy starts clenching around his thick cock like crazy, your whole body on fire with sweat dripping down your temples and your own drool coating your chin because of your inability to close your mouth.
“P-Please, Jeno", you whimper hoarsely, your clit throbbing in need every time your husband grazes your sweet spot with the head of his cock.
“A little longer, baby”, he encourages you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightens with every single one of his movements, “I want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Come on, you got this. I know you do, after all you’re my good girl, right?”, your husband whispers, pulling away to lift your legs up and place them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half.
The pleasure slowly but surely starts crashing down on you in literal waves, suffocating you in the best way possible as you enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so full. Your moans
grow louder, tears start streaming down your cheeks and your juices gushing out of your spasming hole every time Jeno enters you.
“You’re so beautiful like this, baby”, you whine at his words, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your body and pushing you deeper into the sweetest haze of tenderness and pleasure, “I’m so lucky to have an angel as perfect as you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you”, Jeno lets out a row of loud moans when your cunt starts spasming around his cock.
It doesn't take long for the knot In the pit of your stomach to start tightening, the bittersweet feeling of arousal rushing through your body way too intense to not result in a rather quick and intense high. You start clenching around him, your cunt hugging his cock as tight as a damn vice, easily eliciting deep grunts and sinful groans with every single time and the way Jeno is digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your breasts because of it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
"I'm so c-close", you whispers, throwing your head back, harshly pulling at your husband’s thick hair as pleasure is taking up the last bits of your sane mind, "Jeno – fuck – I love your cock so much", you moan, slowly losing yourself in the urgent need to finally reach your much-needed climax but also because you know how much your husband loves being worshipped.
"More, baby", he whimpers into your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips,his thrusts reaching an almost brutal pace, "I'm almost there, I wanna cum with you", he continues and with a soft nod you do as he asks.
"Your cock was made for my cunt. Nobody can fuck me as good as you can", you say, a high pitched moan following your praise, "only you and your big cock can make me feel this way, s-shit, I love you so fucking much.”
It doesn't take another minute of him rubbing firm circles into the sensitive nub as you finally stumble over the edge.
“You've been so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Cum for me,make me proud", Jeno orders and with the words leaving his beautiful lips, you stumble over the edge.
High pitched moans and loud whimpers fill the room as you're trying to handle the waves of pleasure overwhelming your whole body. Your sight blurs for a solid second, the intensity of your orgasm taking your breath away and you feel like you'll pass out.
Jeno’s hungry gazes lingers on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You take a deep breath after finally calming down again, your fingers finding his cheek before you look him in the eyes and wrap your hand around his throat. A choked out moan leaves his lips, his hips stuttering as you apply pressure, his gaze never leaving yours and the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth makes you clench around him.
"Fuck, I love you so much, baby", he whispers, his voice still strained from the lack of oxygen and you can tell by his sloppy thrusts and soft whines that he's about to reach his high.
"I love you, too. So, so much", you whisper into his open mouth, your lips connecting as you start swallowing his beautiful noises and with one last thrust, Jeno’s whole body tenses up as he coats the inside of your cunt with his cum . And just as usual he pulls out quickly, two thick spurts covering your drenched pussy as well. Your husband throws his head back with a sharp inhale before his gaze shifts back between your legs and he watches his orgasm dribbling out of your tight cunt with excitement and heavy lust sparkling in his eyes and you can't help but smile.
Jeno starts massaging your thighs softly for a couple of minutes, both of you coming down from your high while taking in the sight of one another until your husband gets up and disappears in the guest bathroom.
You watch him come back with a wet washcloth in his hand and messy hair lazily falling into his flawless face, a few single strands falling into his handsome face; making you sigh sleepily because of how good he looks with his flushed cheeks and your marks on the pretty skin of his neck and chest.
Your husband carefully cleans you up and litters your skin in soft kisses as he whispers soft words of gratitude and praise, making it even easier for you to fall in love with him all over again.
After a quick post-sex cuddle session on the couch, Jeno basically forces you to pull through with your night time routine, softly telling you about his day at work as he brushes his teeth and applies his skin care products.
By the time Jeno has his face buried in the crook of your neck again, you’re ready to pass out right then and there; not even struggling a little bit to actually fall asleep for the first time in weeks thanks to your husband.
“Thank you for being by my side, my love”, he whispers against your skin, making you smile softly.
Just as you get yourself to reply with a love confession, Jeno pulls away and looks into your eyes before he whispers: “you’re everything I’ve ever asked for and I won’t ever take you or your presence in my life for granted.”
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nct fan at fansign tells johnny if she doesn’t have a boyfriend by their next comeback can he be hers as a joke they agree then they meet the next fan sign and johnny recognizes her and asks if she has a boyfriend yet she says no and he slides her his number
an idea i had. who wants a full fic?
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My Princess
idol jaehyun x bratty fem reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff
warnings: suggestive, sex, oral, use of the nickname daddy, mentions of size difference
note: jaehyun and the reader are both ADULTS
minors dni!
you lay in your bed freshly washed, teeth brushed, skincare done, pajamas on and ready to go to bed, putting on your favorite show turning off the lights as you settle down from the exhausting day of shopping with your boyfriends credit card that he gave you to use while he was away
you look over at the cold empty space next to you within in the sheets causing a frown to fall onto your face, your boyfriend was on tour, currently he was at the last stop in tokyo and he wasn’t getting home until late tomorrow night, it’s always the last twenty four hours that go by so incredibly slow
you decide to call jaehyun, as the phone rings and rings eventually you are brought to voicemail, instantly you call him again.. no answer, quickly you find marks contact knowing he’s rooming with your boyfriend, you hit the call button, a few rings in mark answers the phone
“yes y/n?” he says slightly annoyed right off the bat
“where’s jaehyun and why is he not answering the phone” you say in a bratty tone
“he’s in the shower right now, try calling him back when he’s out” mark says in a monotone voice
“no, go tell him to answer me ” you whine
“y/n he’s in the shower” mark repeats himself
“i don’t care tell him to answer me right now” you slightly snap at him
“god i don’t understand how he deals with you, you’re insufferable” mark says before knocking on the shower door
“dude your girlfriends bitching at me to tell you to answer your phone” mark yells through the door
“oh shit, okay thanks bro” jaehyun says turning the water off
you get a call from jaehyun as you instantly hang up the phone on mark
“baby i thought we talked about being nicer to my friends” jaehyun says through the phone
“i wasn’t being mean to him, he was just being stupid, maybe if he did what i asked in the first place he wouldn’t have to deal with me yelling at him” you reply rolling your eyes
mark scoffs
“sweetheart, not everyone is going to give you princess treatment like i do” jaehyun says
“why not” you ask as a genuine question
mark laughs at your complete unawareness of how truly entitled you are as he sits in his bed listening to the conversation
“what did you do today princess” jaehyun asks changing the subject to distract you
“i went shopping with daddies money” you say smiling at him
“oh yeah? should daddy expect a call from the bank for fraud again?” he laughs at the amount of times his card has been temporarily frozen because the bank assumed it got stolen
“no i didn’t do that much damage today, plus the bank is so stupid, how are you going to freeze a card with no limit” you complain
“show me what you got pretty girl”
you begin to give jaehyun a hall of everything that you bought earlier
“didn’t do much damage my ass” mark says still listening to your conversation on the other side of the room
“ jaehyun hes being mean do something” you whine
jaehyun looks over to mark giving him a tight lipped smile before mouthing a “sorry”
“you’re getting cranky baby why don’t you get some rest” jaehyun says knowing how you get when you’re tired
you try to deny it but you feel your eyelids drooping “okay fine, i love you jae” you say
“i love you more princess, sweet dreams” he says waiting for you to hang up the phone because if he hung up you’d immediately call back just so you could be the one to end the phone call… you were truly a brat.
“how do you do it bro.. no offense but she’s actually miserable to be around” mark asks
jaehyun sighs, everyone in his life had asked him this question at least once, including his parents
“i love her man.. id give her the world if she asked for it, it’s my fault she’s such a brat i spoil her too much but i love her and her attitude” jaehyun says
“to each their own i guess” mark says
laying in your king size bed you’ve fallen into a deep sleep
hours later the door beeps in the distance signaling that it has been opened as a tired jaehyun pulls his suitcase through the door frame, taking off his shoes and leaving his belongings in the hallway, he was way to exhausted to unpack it right now, shuffling his feet into your shared bedroom he finds you fast asleep as the tv still plays your favorite show, he chuckles at himself as he reaches for the remote to turn the television off
undressing himself he slips under the covers with nothing but his boxers on, carefully turning himself to the side as he wraps his arm around your stomach pulling you closer to his body
at first you were startled but it only took a second to notice the familiar scent and the strong arm wrapping around you as you turn around to face him
“jaehyun?” you say wrapping your arms around his neck as you place one of your legs around his hip latching onto him like a koala
“hey baby i didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers leaving a kiss to your head
“no im glad you did, i thought you didn’t get home till tomorrow night?” you ask
“plans changed and i wanted to surprise you” he says
you smile at him as you squeeze him harder “i missed you so much jae”
“i missed you too sweet girl”
you unwrap yourself from him at you sit up, you really wish you could control yourself right now but having not seen your boyfriend in a month your body naturally reacted by making your panties soaked
you needed him right here, right now
“jae” you whine laying your entire body onto his kissing his jawline as your hands traced his abs
“babe i’m exhausted” jaehyun sighs patting your butt
“but i need you” you pout your lips at him
he can’t help but smile at your desperation “we can do this in the morning” he says
“but i need you now” you say as a spoiled tone leaves your mouth
on nights like tonight your spoiled nature was greatly unappreciated
jaehyun huffs pulling you off of him “go to bed” he says in an annoyed tone
you fall silent for a moment which slightly concerns jaehyun, you never backed off even when he told you to that’s until he hears slight sniffling coming from your side of the bed
“you don’t love me” you say crying
jaehyun takes a deep breath as you truly try his patience “i do love you sweetheart but im tired, i want to go to sleep”
“you think im ugly don’t you, you don’t like me anymore and you’re not happy with our sex life” you cry harder
“what no- where did that even come from i do not think you’re ugly one bit and i love our sex life, remember how much i proved that to you before i left huh?” he asks as you nod your head yes
he scoots closer to you wiping your tears
“what did i tell you before i left?” he asks
“that i have the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen” you say dead serious
he laughs at your statement “well yeah i did say that and i meant it but what else did i say”
“hm? you said that you promised to pump a whole lot babies into me and get me all pregnant” you say again
jaehyun face palms himself “yes i said that too but i also said that i love you more than anything else in this entire world, and that i’ll love you until the day that i die, remember that?” he asks as you shake your head yes
there wasn’t many times that jaehyun told you no and when he did you always threw a tantrum about it, however jaehyun always came up with a compromise to make you happy
“you can warm me tonight and in the morning i’ll show you how much i’ve missed you beautiful girl” he kisses your lips before letting you get comfortable at he plays with his dick a little to get him hard enough so he could insert himself into you
jaehyun was big.. and your petite body always struggled taking all of him but you were never satisfied until he bottomed out, feeling his tip poke at your heat he softly inserts himself into you causing you to moan and whimper
“you okay baby?” he asks halfway to bottoming out
“mhm” you respond as he keeps going
“ow ow ow” you winced as he gets deeper
he gives you one of his big hands to squeeze as the other one still remains on your hip “ almost there baby you’re doing so well” he whispers interlocking his hand with yours gently rubbing his thumb over it
your tight pussy consuming his cock causing him to use some of his force to push it in deeper causing you to wince in pain again
“i’m sorry baby i know it hurts, daddy is too big for a little thing like you” he says finally bottoming out
you take in a deep breath as your pussy gradually gets used to his size, jaehyun wraps his arm around you as he feels the tiny bulge in your stomach from his cock
“always such a good girl for me huh?” jaehyun says as he kisses the back of your head before falling asleep as you do the same
waking up to the sun shining on your face you look excitedly to your boyfriend remembering what he promised you last night, your smile fell as you noticed the spot next to yours was empty
you quickly get out of bed to see jaehyun sitting on the couch with mark, johnny and haechan
“goodmorning prin-” before jaehyun could even finish his sentence you interrupt him “ what are they doing here” you say pissed off
“there just here to hang out for a little bit, we’re working on a song together so we’re brain storming right now” he explains
“why can’t you do this later” you whine
“here we go again” mark says clearly done with your shit
“i’m sorry but im not the one interrupting a couples alone time am i?” you snap your head to mark
“jaehyun get back in bed” you say
“no princess im doing something right now” he says looking at you
the guys look shocked hearing him tell you no
“but jae you promised me” you cry stomping your feet on the ground
jaehyun takes a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose
“excuse me guys ill be right back, let me take care of her really quick” jaehyun says getting up from the couch grabbing your arm dragging you back into the bedroom before slamming the door
“god you’re such a brat” he says throwing you on the bed as he strips your clothes off along with his own
“you can’t wait a few more hours for my cock? you’re such a needy spoiled brat” usually jaehyun would prep you with his fingers or at least take it slow but not this time
he demanded you getting on all fours as you arched your back without warning he thrust his entire dick into you harshly causing a scream coming from you
“shut your mouth” he says as he balls up the first piece of clothing he sees shoving it into your mouth using it as a gag, he thrusts inside you so rough you feel like you could split in half at any moment, feeling your head fall down into the pillow in front of you jaehyun grabs a handful of your hair yanking you back up
he then flips you over putting your legs over his shoulders taking the gag out of your mouth “you’re gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet” you nod your head yes as he thrusts back into you
you wait for a moment before looking into his eyes purposefully letting out the loudest pornagraphic moan as you smile to yourself knowing that you pissed him off before you do it again
jaehyun puts his hands around your throat as he squeezes not so gently “ you think you’re so funny huh” he shoves the gag back into your mouth as he pulls out of you leaving back to look at your body spread out on the bed
he opens your legs a little wider before slapping your pussy causing you to scream through the material in your mouth. he slaps your pussy again and again getting more rough with each slap
“you’ve been so bratty lately, and i’ve been so kind to you huh, i let you use my money to buy whatever you want, i let you boss me around like your servant, i let you sleep with my cock inside of you last night because you wanted me so bad and this is how you repay me?” he grabs both of your wrists pulling you up out of bed and over to the dresser, “bend over” you do what he says as his hand meets your ass sending a sting to it threw every slap, he repeats this motion on both cheeks until they are raw, you let out a moan as tears run down your face
“look at you, fucking slut enjoys getting punished, is that why you’re so bratty all the time? you like it when daddy punishes you?” he says shoving his cock back into your pussy as you’re still bent over the dresser, his thrusts become faster jaehyun feels himself about to finish as his dick twitches inside of you, letting out a groan warm strings of his seed shoot inside of you
“you don’t get to cum until you prove to me that you can be a good girl” he says pulling out of you before pulling his pants up “and don’t you dare think about touching yourself” he says before waking out of the room leaving you there barely able to see straight
jaehyun was ALWAYS sweet during sex, always obeying your orders, giving you endless compliments as he gently made love to you, sometimes he was a bit rough but he was always so sweet, constantly asking if you are okay or if you’re in pain, he always made sure you came multiple times before he did… but today he showed you a different side to himself and that turned you on
catching your breath you limp to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up you notice blood on the towel that you used
you knew the blood wasn’t from menstruation, jaehyun had definitely slightly tore you or something, you didn’t seem too worried about it since you weren’t in immense pain just a little bit sore
making yourself look somewhat presentable you walk back out to the living room where all the boys sit on the couches
you avoid eye contact knowing they heard every little thing that happened in the bedroom, you try to make your limp not noticeable as you walk over to your boyfriend but that didn’t work out, completely giving up you limp over to jaehyun as you sit in the spot next to him cuddling up to his side
“hey princess, you doing okay” he said as if nothing had happened
you say nothing just nodding your head yes as you play with his fingers while he continues discussing work matters with his members, eventually they leave, now just you and jaehyun on the couch “you were such a good girl” he says kissing your lips as he carries you to the bedroom
“let me make you cum like i promised i would if you behaved” he says pulling down your pants as he’s about to pull down his own
“wait babe i don’t think we should fuck again” you say looking at him
“whys that my sweet girl” he asks raking his hands through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on your lips
“im bleeding a little from last time” you say
“what” he his eyes widen as you try and calm him down
“ it’s okay im not in pain but i think you might have accidentally tore me a little or something” you say softly
“oh my god i’m so sorry, i really didn’t mean to baby, god i’m an idiot i should’ve at least gotten you wet first” he rambles
you chuckle at the sight of him
“baby it’s okay really i’m fine” you say
“i know a way i can make you feel better” jaehyun crawls in between your legs spreading them apart as he takes your pants off, licking a stripe down you pussy making you slightly squirm and pull his hair
he continues to rub your clit as he leans up giving you a kiss on your stomach“you taste so good baby” he says before going back down on you
his tongue moves faster and faster up and down your heat as you feel yourself about to finish you pull his hair a little harder “daddy i’m going to cum” you moan as your body releases onto his tongue causing your body to shake
“good girl princess” he says kissing the inside of your thighs before laying down next to you, you immediately put your head on his chest once you put your pants back on
“i’m sorry, i promise to behave more often and not be as spoiled or bratty” you say into his chest, jaehyun chuckles as he hears your apology
“it’s okay sweetheart, you’re my princess you should be treated like one, i just want you to realize that not everyone is going to spoil you like i do and even then sometimes i can’t always do the things that you want right away or i might be a little too tired but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you, i love you very much, i promise that if i can’t give you what you want at the very moment you want it, i will make it up to you” jaehyun says kissing your lips
“i love you jae”
“i love you more princess”
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mark sees you as his little puppy because you always listen to what he tells you to do so when he told you to take everything off and go on his lap you obviously obeyed
renjun and you were pretty close so you guys always made jokes with each other but one day you told him he was small and he could think of one way to prove you wrong and shut you up
jeno is known as one of the best tutors in your area so when you asked him to help you with anatomy you didn’t know he would be so detailed
haechan knows how obsessed you are with his fingers especially when they’re in you so when you’re having a pretty difficult day he knows how to cheer up his baby
jaemin is known by everyone for being a silly but super sweet person but when he’s in bed he’s completely different and you love it
chenle was trying so hard to focus on his studies but you made it so difficult walking around the house looking like that he had to give you what you wanted so you could stop
jisung and you have been fwb for 2 years he’s honestly the best guy you’ve slept with so you’re constantly going to him although he wishes you guys could become more than just fwb he still satisfies you
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