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  • chuuerriesxc
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Text w/Jaehyun as your cold bsf

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  • xurixushi
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    NCT FFS RECOS

    : ̗̀➛ legend

    M= mature content

    F= fluff

    A= angst

    L= long fics

    C= crack

    ∆= personal fav

    "=⌕ [ members ] //﹫

    ➮ Jaemin

    ➮ Jeno

    ➮ Haechan

    ➮ Renjun

    ➮Doyoung

    ➮ Jaehyun

    ➮ Kun

    "=⌕ [ miscellaneous ] //﹫

    ➮NCT DREAM

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  • doeilovr
    27.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Lovers

    -> Jung Jaehyun x Reader, fluff, around 700 words

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    "Your tea, sir", you place the white cup on the table, a giggle suddenly escaping your lips.

    "What are you doing", you boyfriend Jaehyun shoots you a confused look, seemingly not amused.

    Your smile drops and you sigh, sitting down across from him and folding your arms.

    Jaehyun studies you, a smile spreading on his lips as he watches you look out of the window with an annoyed expression.

    He quickly leans forward, extending his arm to place his hand on yours. "Don't be mad, I'm sorry, darling", he tries to make eye contact with you, but you withstand.

    "Look at me, pretty please?"

    With a sigh you turn your head to him, chewing on your lips. "I was just trying to be funny, but you never laugh."

    Jaehyun chuckles, a dimple appearing on his handsome face. You gasp, "so now you're laughing?" You sound almost offended, Jaehyun's smile only growing wider.

    He leans back in his seat again, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're cute", he mumbles to himself.

    You're seeing each other for a couple of weeks now already, yet you still have the feeling you don't know Jaehyun all too well. He was still the mysterious stranger you had once met in a bar.

    You were sure Jaehyun had his reasons, but sometimes you doubted if he even loved you.

    As if reading your mind Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts, whispering "I really like you." You meet his eyes once again and find him looking at you with a soft smile.

    "I like you too", you whisper back, feeling your heart beat fast in your chest.

    Jaehyun felt so lucky having you. Before he met you he was at a point in his life where he didn't believe in love anymore. His heart was left broken and he was convinced nothing could ever fix that again.

    Until he laid his eyes on you one evening and felt something he hadn't felt in years. It was like the life came back into his body and his heart.

    He had never liked someone as much as he liked you in his entire life.

    "What do you say", he begins, interrupting his own thoughts, "should we go for a walk later? The moon is supposed to be visible tonight."

    Your eyes light up and although it was already late in the evening you would never say no to a walk at night under the stars.

    "That would be nice", you smile.

    "And afterwards we can go to my place and maybe listen to some music together. Would you like that?"

    You quickly nod, "yes, I'd like that." It wasn't often that Jaehyun invited you over to his place, actually it only happened two times before, which makes it even more special.

    After taking a long walk together under the starry night sky, Jaehyun is leading you up the stairs to his apartment.

    It's a two bedroom apartment and there's not much furniture, but many plants and a couple pictures on the walls.

    Jaehyun sits down on the floor in front of the bed, patting the spot next him for you to sit down.

    "I really like your apartment", you say, voice barely above a whisper. You almost don't want to disturb the silence in the apartment.

    "I like it too", Jaehyun smiles, grabbing the remote that's lying on top of the bed behind him. He turns it on, a vinyl player nearby turning on, sweet tunes of a Chopin piece replacing the prior silence.

    You close your eyes, feeling the beautiful melody even better this way. When you open them again you're looking right into Jaehyun's eyes, his soft expression from earlier back.

    "Can I kiss you", he whispers ever so gently, you wonder if you have perhaps just imagined it.

    Still, you nod, Jaehyun carefully leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. He's so gentle and sweet, tasting like the camomile tea he drank before.

    You feel like drowning in his taste and in his woody scent, the close proximity only making you feel dizzier.

    "I love you." Jaehyun lifts his hand to stroke your cheek, wanting to hold on to this moment forever. "So so much."

    "I love you too, Jaehyun."

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    #nct#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct u#nct 127#nct fluff#nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun x you #jung jaehyun x reader #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun fluff #nct jaehyun fluff #nct x you #nct x reader #nct favorite #nct vampire au
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  • xxxlilithx
    26.10.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Urca, Praia Vermelha - Jung Jaehyun

    Ah! Aquelas merecidas férias! Você e Jaehyun estavam desejando aquele tempo sozinhos há tempos. E nada melhor que o bairro da Urca, na cidade maravilhosa. A praia vermelha, escolhida por vocês, se tornou o lugar favorito de ambos, era um pequeno paraíso quase escondido - Tim Maia não errou quando cantou que não existia nada igual.

    O hotel em que estavam possuía um estilo havaiano muito bonito. A pequena sacada do quarto de vocês tinha uma passagem que os levava até a praia. Sempre que estavam de volta ao hotel, depois de você tê-lo levado para conhecer o Rio, passavam um tempo ali, na areia, apenas admirando a vista e a energia que o lugar passava. 

    A brisa daquela noite era quase refrescante, trazia um pequeno alívio a vocês do calor carioca. Sentada no colo de Jaehyun, enquanto dividiam um cigarro de Mary Jane e aproveitavam a paisagem, extrapolavam o limite de sensações. O silêncio confortável era quebrado pelo barulho das ondas do mar, como uma melodia.

    Você contornou o pescoço dele com os braços, observando os olhos pequenos que estavam avermelhados e pareciam muito relaxados. Beijou uma das bochechas, bem em cima da covinha dele, suspirou baixinho, mexendo-se desconfortavelmente com aquele comichão no estômago. Sentia a região entre suas pernas dormente. Todo aquele clima parecia gasolina sobre você, a maconha, somada com o fato de estar sentada no colo de Jaehyun, era o fogo queimando você inteirinha. Moveu seu olhar sobre o tronco descoberto dele, desceu uma das mãos sobre os gominhos da barriga sarada, olhando-o com biquinho. Jaehyun despertava coisas demais em você, chegava a ser injusto.

    Ele percebeu seu olhar pidão, levantando seu queixo com os dedos e selando os lábios.

    – Que foi? – Questionou atencioso. – Já quer ir embora? – A mão livre levando o cigarro até os lábios que pareciam tão secos.

    – Tô excitada. – Você disse, sem nenhuma vergonha na voz. 

    Jaehyun te encarou um pouquinho, sorrindo sacana em seguida. Ele olhou em volta, a praia estava vazia naquele horário, afinal, eram três da manhã. Você levou sua boca até o pescoço dele, jogando sujo ao espalhar beijinhos na área, chupando a pele com carinho, para que assim o ajudasse a pensar melhor em fodê-la ali mesmo.

    – Me quer aqui? – Ele indagou. A voz, que já era bonita, saiu ainda mais arrastada e rouca por conta da erva.

    Assentiu com a cabeça. Uma fagulha alta de tesão só de pensar em sentar gostoso em Jaehyun no meio daquela praia. Se sentia quente e úmida, igual ao clima tropicano.

    Jaehyun deu uma última tragada no cigarro. Ficava tão sexy soprando o resquício de fumaça, muito relaxado. O coreano soltou a ponta do cigarro na areia, molhando os lábios com a língua com aquela expressão maliciosa. Sabia que ele nunca lhe negaria fogo.

    Você prendeu o gemido que ameaçou sair assim que ele tomou sua boca. A língua preguiçosa arrancando suspiros baixos seus, as mãos grandes te induzindo a mexer os quadris contra o membro dele, pra frente e pra trás. Sendo quase torturante senti-lo endurecer abaixo de si, uma vez que o tecido do biquíni e da bermuda dele atrapalhavam maior contato.

    Os lábios agora viajando vagarosamente sob seu pescoço, deixando um rastro de arrepios bons. Suas mãos emaranhadas no cabelo dele, num carinho lento; ele te afastou por segundos, apenas para levantar e libertar o membro semi-ereto. Não perdeu tempo, levou uma das mãos massageando-o devagar, vendo Jaehyun jogar a cabeça para trás e suspirar forte. Fez uma leve pressão sob a glande, sentindo-o pulsar tenso em sua palma.

    – Vem aqui, vem. – Te trouxe pra mais perto, como se fosse possível, interrompendo o toque nele. 

    Levou uma das mãos até o meio de suas pernas, afastando o tecido da calcinha para o lado, tocando a intimidade encharcada, vendo o quanto já estava pronta pra ele mesmo que com o mínimo de estímulo. Guiou o membro até sua intimidade, esfregando em suas dobras, sob o pontinho dolorido, e então entrando só um pouquinho em você, te instigando a ofegar desejosa. Fitou seus olhos transpassando aquela obstinação em deixá-la louquinha de tesão.

    – Senta, amor. 

    Sendo bem obediente você sentou, devagarinho. O membro apetitoso te alargando de forma lenta, sentindo-a pulsar gostoso em quanto mais espaço ocupava. Gemeu toda manhosinha pra ele.

    – Bom? – Te questionou, beijando seu pescoço devagar.

    Você se apoiou nos peitos fortes, mexendo os quadris devagar no colo dele. Jaehyun latejava, a ponta alcançando fundo fazendo-a estremecer. A boca te acariciava, gemendo gostoso no pézinho do seu ouvido. As mãos dele entrando pelo tecido do biquíni, massageando os seios, a ponta dos dedos beliscando suavemente os biquinhos, até molhá-los com a língua úmida. A foda gostosa com a maior sensibilidade que a maconha proporcinava, te fazendo espelir mais daquele desejo. Sentando com vontade quando aquele arrepio do ápice passou por você. 

    – Me apertando tão gostoso, minha paixão, assim eu não aguento. – Jaehyun murmurou. Apoiou a cabeça no ombro dele, uma vez que ele jogava o quadril contra você tão bem. As estocadas mais brutas te fizeram chegar lá, gemendo lânguida. Continuou sendo devorada, apertando-o sensível a cada golpe, fazendo com que ele atingisse seu prazer também, gemendo baixo e rouco. – Mmmn, gostosa!

    Meio tonta e fora de si por conta do orgasmo, levantou o rosto, beijando os lábios ofegantes dele carinhosamente. Só o Brasil e Jaehyun para proporcionar tantas sensações, pensou. Faria um brinde àquele lugar maravilhoso.

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  • neoculturetravesty
    26.10.2021 - 19 hours ago

    no one wishes at the snow

    Image taken from here.

    Pairing: Jaehyun x SingleMother!Reader, Doyoung x Reader Genre: single parent au, fake marriage au, second lead syndrome, angst, romance, one smut scene, some fluff Warnings: 18+, protected sex, oral (male receiving) Word Count: 18k

    Summary: Marrying for love was for the fortunate few. Marrying for love happened in fairytales and movies and dramas. Not real life. In real life, everyone married for convenience.

    A/N: Would you guys believe it if I told you I’ve been working on this fic since June? I have no idea why it took so long, and perhaps I’ll never truly finish it the way I’d like to. But I just wanted to let it out into the world. Maybe I’ll revisit the story again when the inspiration hits, but for now, I wanted at least one version of it to be out and be free and take life. I hope you guys like it!

    Some would call it a marriage of convenience. Others would call it a contract marriage. But you had wondered: weren’t all marriages basically a contract, anyway? What was marriage if not but a contract that could expire or be annulled or be broken? Who really married for love nowadays? Marrying for love was for the fortunate few. Marrying for love happened in fairytales and movies and dramas. Not real life. In real life, everyone married for convenience.

    But by any definition of the term, your marriage to Jeong Jaehyun was a marriage of convenience. A contract marriage. Both of you knew what you wanted from it.

    You wanted the protection the contract would bring you. Because you weren’t exactly the dim kind. You knew that being a young single mother in this country wouldn’t really open many doors for you. If it was any sign, your parents had been the first one to shut their doors. If your kin was quick to abandon, you couldn’t much rely on the kindness of strangers. Thus, though you had worked hard to survive so far, you had a cunning mind that told you that it was going to be an uphill all your life… unless you did something about it.

    Jaehyun just wanted to secure his place in the family business. Because for whatever fucked up reason, his father wanted him to marry. Because old money farts still think that a young man is only capable once he has taken a wife. Otherwise, he is a reckless bachelor that’s going to drink and whore the family fortune away. If he had been just that, he might have actually found a real woman to love and marry. But he’d been too busy working his ass off to have that kind of privilege. 

    So you had met through a friend. You had had a series of meetings in which you learnt as much necessary information about one another that would appease Jaehyun’s family and your very small collection of friends. Though no one on either side was fooled, and though everyone could see the imbalances in this union, you supposed you had done a good enough job because a few weeks later, the papers were signed and you had moved into his apartment with your son in tow.

    And your ‘marriage’ had begun.

    The apartment wasn’t small by any means. It was as decent a two room space as you’d ever seen and it had a sizable living room as the main common area. You liked that the kitchen opened into a little terrace that made the apartment look bright from the natural light. It was comfortable and homey and in a world where nothing felt like home, this was all you could’ve asked for. However, a part of you recognized that as comfortable as this place was, it still didn’t have the luxury fit for a young heir. Perhaps because this particular heir hadn’t inherited the fortune in question yet. It was still better than any place that you had ever lived in, so you never had much to complain about.

    Jaehyun lived quietly in his room. He left early in the morning and came late into the night and your only run-ins (if any) would be on the weekends. Otherwise, Jaehyun was good at making himself invisible, even in his own home.

    You would live comfortably in your room with your son. While you had pretty much converted your space into a child’s room, you had been a little more respectful of your common areas and avoided visiting them much if you could help it. Your son didn’t mind… your room was already bigger than any place he’d lived in before. It was okay if he couldn’t spend much time in the living room.

    You and your son lived your lives, Jaehyun lived his. You did your part of the cleaning, he did his part. You cooked for your son and yourself, Jaehyun cooked for himself (if ordering takeout counted as cooking). You shared the bills, and you paid your bit of the rent. You hardly even ran into one another, and that’s how you liked it. Both of you would stay clear of one another’s path.

    But one Saturday morning, your son had woken you early so you had no choice but to get up and make pancakes. Jaehyun usually slept in on a Saturday, so you knew the coast would be clear when you made it to the kitchen. You brought the high chair out of your room and sat your son on it as you cooked and laid out a lovely weekend breakfast for the two of you on the table on the terrace. But maybe you had been too loud whilst cooking. Maybe your son had giggled too much. Maybe the delicious smell of your cooking had flooded the apartment, because right before you could start eating, you looked up to see Jaehyun stepping into the kitchen.

    Wearing a white t-shirt, grey joggers and with bed hair sticking out at odd angles, he stood at the sliding door and said, “Oh, sorry. You guys are having breakfast…”

    You looked up, “Uh yeah…” you began, “Do you wanna join?” you added, only to be polite because the man’s eyes were fixated on the food.

    Jaehyun looked at the spread on the table and you smiled as he swallowed. It didn’t look like the face of a man that would willingly turn down the offer of a meal. “I’ve made way too much, so please,” you added.

    “Oh… thank you. I like… I didn’t have time for dinner last night, so…” he said apologetically as he took a seat on the table. 

    Since you had moved in, this was the first time that you had sat together like this for a meal. You were surprised he actually accepted the offer. It should’ve felt awkward, but strangely, Jaehyun felt like more of a friendly presence than most of the people in your life. From him, there were never any judgements or intrusive comments about your choices or your failures or your parenting. The two of you could comfortably coexist without the burden of any sort of a relationship (other than the fact that you were married).

    The three of you sat in comfortable silence that would only break when Minki would drop his fork or throw a tiny toddler tantrum asking for more syrup and some of your rice. Jaehyun ate heartily and observed you smiling as you alternated between feeding Minki and yourself.

    He cleared his throat, “Um, how come… how come I’ve never seen his baby chair before?”

    “Hmm? Oh… I usually take it back to the room in case I need it,” you replied as Minki grabbed your wrist to eat a syrup covered strawberry out of your hand.

    “Doesn’t he… like… don’t you keep any of his things in the living room?” Jaehyun asked carefully yet curiously.

    “Um… there are too many sharp edges and open sockets around… so I usually don’t let him out here unless it’s like this, to eat,” you explained.

    “Oh… right…” Jaehyun nodded, looking back to his plate. He finished the last of his breakfast in silence and looked up. Strangely, in this moment, he felt like he should pay for this meal. Like now that he had eaten, he should ask for the check. The two of you never asked each other for favors; even if it were just a meal. All your accounts were even, down to the slightest of things. You were like two distant roommates, who weren’t held together by a marriage, just cohabitation. 

    “Uh…” he looked up, thinking of what to say to take his leave. Maybe he could stock up on the groceries he consumed, but saying it out loud seemed a little inappropriate. So, he went for a politer option, “... thanks for the breakfast. I’m going to head out for the day.” 

    You politely nodded and turned back to attending to your son. It was an odd sign off, because unless it directly affected the other, the two of you never had any reason to share your day’s plans like this. But as you would learn, Jeong Jaehyun was full of surprises. Because when you came home from work on Monday evening, you saw that the entire living room had been toddler proofed and a brand new bolster chair sat at the head of the breakfast table for Minki.

    You hadn’t meant to iron his shirt for him. But you had run into him in the little laundry area of your apartment and you saw him struggling. 

    “Um… do you need a hand?” you asked hesitantly, hoping you weren’t stepping over any boundaries.

    “Oh… uh, no, I think I’ll be fine. I’ll just be done in a minute…” he mumbled, trying to touch the edges of the iron onto a bit of the sleeve and effectively burning it. “Shit…” 

    You set Minki’s clothes down and became a little bolder in your offer of help. “The setting is too high for polyester,” you offered.

    “I tried lowering it,” he answered dejectedly.

    “Here, let me do it,” you held your hand out and he looked up.

    “I can do it…” he muttered half-heartedly, so you just took the damn shirt from him and stepped in to lower the heat on the iron. You reached under and grabbed yourself a pressing cloth and placed it over it and got to work whilst he stood there, a little bashful and a little awkward.

    “Uh… did you come here to do laundry?” he asked as he looked at the clothes you had set down.

    “Yeah, I just had some of Minki’s things left to wash,” you replied as you pressed over the tricky fabric of Jaehyun’s shirt.

    “I’ll wash them for you,” he replied with purpose and grabbed the clothes and headed for the washer, thinking this would call it even.

    “Oh, no, no… you don’t have to do it,” you began, talking to him over your shoulder, “And no, no, no, not in the machine, please. I hand wash his clothes. It’s easier on the fabric,” you tried to tell him to get him to stop.

    “Oh… okay… I’ll hand wash them,” he nodded and began to soak the clothes in the sink.

    You felt a bit uneasy. You weren’t sure if you were comfortable with the favor or not. You had never allowed anyone to interfere in your business. But Minki’s? No one in this damn world could step in and interfere in his business, not if you could help it. As far as you were concerned, it was you and Minki against the world.

    But they were just clothes. You had overstepped a boundary when you grabbed the iron from him. And he was only trying to return the favor because that’s how the two of you worked. There were no favors and no IOUs in this equation. So you flipped around almost instantly and pressed his freshly ironed shirt into his chest.

    “Here, all done. Let me do this, because you have to use a different detergent and different water temperatures for baby clothes,” you didn’t look at him and took over the sink almost too quickly. But your tone had done enough to tell Jaehyun to back off and take his leave.

    “Um… thanks for the help…” he said before he started walking away. If he had learnt anything from this encounter, it was that you didn’t appreciate help when it came to Minki. It set another invisible boundary amongst the many you two had for each other. But if Jaehyun were being truly honest with himself, this one broke his heart. Just a little.

    Your workplace wasn’t exactly the fanciest of establishments. But it paid on time (which in your experience was a pretty important factor to be considered) and your coworkers were nice enough. Considering all the other jobs you had to do before, this one wasn’t too bad. Speaking multiple languages had its advantages, but being a translator was mundane and you spent most of your time in front of a computer. The biggest downside in this place, however, was that the office did not have an on-site daycare. Whilst you met up with HR on a weekly basis, begging them to start something that could help, you were also pretty sure that nothing would happen soon because starting an onsite daycare required spending some money and as of right now, you were the only employee with a toddler. Your only choice was to leave Minki in the daycare down the block. It was the nearest one you could find--but it ate up more of your paycheck than you could afford. 

    You had considered getting another job to make ends meet, but the longer you would work, the more money you’d have to pay the daycare. You looked for some work-from-home options and found some and you thought that things would start to look up soon. But then you received your actual paycheck, marked down a percentage because the Covid situation wasn’t kind to anyone, and all you could do was sit at your desk, head in hand.

    “How the fuck am I supposed to pay rent this month?” you lamented as dread filled your body.

    “I’m sure your husband could give you some leeway this time,” your coworker, Doyoung, cocked an eyebrow. If anyone had the slightest inkling about your situation, it was him. He had found out by accident and had been kind enough never to bring it up. But you had almost been relieved that there was someone in this world with whom you could have a true conversation and the poor guy had begrudgingly become your confidant.

    You sighed heavily and felt your eyelids droop as they sometimes would in times of stress. Doyoung saw the anxiety physically weighing you down and took pity on you.

    “Hey, you could borrow some money from me,” he offered.

    “Doyoung, your own paycheck has been marked down,” you nearly yelled at him in misplaced agitation.

    “Yeah, but I don’t have a kid to look after,” he retorted logically.

    You sighed again, but gave his offer an actual thought. If you borrowed from him now, you’d have to return it. Who was to say you’d earn that amount of extra money this month or the next to pay him back? This was a bad idea.

    “I’ll just… let me think about it, okay?” you sighed yet again and realized that you just needed to get some fresh air.

    “Okay, but Y/N… try not to stress too much, okay? You can borrow from me and return like, whenever. It’s not a big deal,” he added empathetically as you got up.

    “Yeah…” was all you could offer him because your mind was still busy budgeting and crunching numbers and planning.

    You mind ran a million miles an hour as you picked Minki up and took him home. You kept thinking about it as you fed him and bathed him and put him to bed. And later, you couldn’t even sleep because your mind was way too active and all you wanted was for it to be morning time so you could get about finding some more work. When you tried and sleep still didn’t come, you got out of bed and took your laptop out in the living room and started to put some rhyme and reason to your thoughts. You made a budgeting sheet and saw how much of a deficit you were in. Once you had everything down, your mind calmed just a little. The difference wasn’t massive. You even had part of your rent. But you lived paycheck to paycheck. You weren’t like those fortunate ones that could tap into their savings when a problem like this arose. Maybe you could find some work to do online to earn some extra cash and make up the difference next month. You weren’t sure how Jaehyun would react to such a request. You weren’t even sure he’d honor it. But you sat in the living room anyway, waiting for him to come home. You thought about what you’d say to him as you searched about for any and all odd jobs you could do from home.

    And soon as you heard the telltale signs of the apartment door being unlocked, you shot up to your feet.

    “You’re home,” you remarked and realized in the same moment how everything about this may look and seem. But your night was about to be completely sleepless if you didn’t get to have this conversation now.

    “Um… yes… I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” Jaehyun walked in carefully, like an intruder in his own home.

    “Oh, no, I was just, um… I was waiting for you,” you said and saw the surprise in his tired eyes. The man wasn’t expecting to come home to something like this, that was for certain. You were usually in bed by this time, and Jaehyun typically dined on takeout or at least cracked open a beer before he went to bed. But you, still up, waiting on him? That was new.

    “Oh… did you… did you want something?” he asked.

    “Yeah, um… the thing is, um… do you wanna sit down?” you at least had the decency to ask because the poor man had literally just stepped in. He hadn’t even had the chance to take his shoes off before you had caught him off guard. So he nodded and did just that, although undoing one’s shoelaces seems more complicated a task when there is an audience. You had the good sense to look away when you saw his fingers lose their dexterity under your scrutiny. You used that time to take a few deep breaths instead. 

    He sat down then, his expression confused and waiting, “Is everything alright?”

    “Yeah, it’s okay, it’s just, um… my… my paycheck came today…” you began, taking a moment to think to formulate your next thoughts.

    “Okay… that’s… that’s good…” was all Jaehyun could answer.

    “Um… because of… because of Covid… it was a little marked down. So, like…” you took another deep breath and centered yourself so you could be a little more eloquent, “... basically, I’m a little behind on rent this month. I can pay two-thirds of it right now. But I’ve found some work and I’ll be able to pay you back the difference with next month’s rent. I just wanted to ask if I could do that. If not, I’ll have to take a loan from a friend, but I just thought to ask you before I… did that…” you finished, losing steam a little bit towards the end as you studied his face.

    Jaehyun heard your words and tried to ground himself and really think about how he’d reply. Because truth be told, he was a little bit drunk. His father had asked him to take a foreign delegation out for dinner and he had downed a couple of drinks too many. He wasn’t hammered, but he wasn’t completely sober either. What you had told him seemed to be bothering you, and Jaehyun didn’t want to be the asshole that said the absolute worst thing in times like these. So he thought about his words through the haze that was slowing everything down for him.

    Except you didn’t know he was drunk. All you saw was a man that was lost in thought. You felt your heart sinking and your pride swelling, so you said,

    “I’ll just--”

    At the same time he said, 

    “You don’t--”

    There was a beat of silence in which you took another deep breath so your face wouldn’t harden to the point of impoliteness. But Jaehyun spoke again,

    “You don’t have to make up the difference.”

    “Oh, no, I will. It’s just this month. I will make up the difference,” you pressed.

    But Jaehyun looked at you and waited a moment before he spoke carefully, “Did your boss say how long the cuts in paycheck would last?”

    “I…” you began because you hadn’t actually asked. You had been too stressed about the right now to think too much about the future. “I didn’t ask.”

    “Most companies are struggling in this climate. This might keep happening for the next few months,” Jaehyun explained, but before he could elaborate, you stubbornly added,

    “I’ll look for another job till then so it won’t happen again. I’ll pay full rent on time from next month, I promise.”

    “Yes, but if you get another job, you’ll have to pay more for Minki’s daycare, won’t you?” Jaehyun tried to reason. But the more he reasoned, the angrier it made you because of course you knew all of this, but didn’t want to hear it. Especially not from his mouth, and especially when it came to Minki’s expenses. Who the fuck was he to speculate about the money you did or didn’t spend on your son?

    “You don’t have to worry about that. All I’m asking for is a little margin for this month,” you said and you tried to clip your curt tone, because annoyed as you were, you were asking him a favor.

    Jaehyun thought about how he was going to make his next offer. He knew you were a woman of pride. He knew you weren’t good at accepting help or any sort of a freehand. So he thought of how to offer help in a way that would make it sound suitable for you. Where you wouldn’t feel burdened by goodwill. But the alcohol in his brain was making it so damn hard to think right.

    “Y/N… you don’t have to pay the rent…” he began stupidly.

    “I can, just like, two-thirds--” you repeated stubbornly but Jaehyun cut you off because you weren’t getting the point.

    “No, I mean… you don’t have to pay me rent while we’re… while we’re under this contract,” he finally laid it out.

    “Jaehyun, look… this is just an inconvenience this month. I don’t need like…” you looked away to steady yourself so you wouldn’t raise your voice. You knew he was only trying to help, but you didn’t need anyone’s pity or charity, “... I don’t need your help.”

    Jaehyun sat up straight, but instead of taking offense, he tried to choose what he thought was the logical route. “Look, Y/N. I’m not trying to help you. I’m just saying that the both of us wanted some benefits from this marriage. This is my apartment. You living in it isn’t incurring any extra expense on me. Also, we don’t have anything in the contract about rent,” he reasoned.

    “Jaehyun. I don’t want to be in your debt,” and this time, you couldn’t hold back the venom in your tone. That made Jaehyun sober up some. And his eyes turned colder, too.

    “You won’t be in my debt. Our marriage has to be mutually beneficial, Y/N. You don’t have to pay the rent. But in return…”

    “In return?” 

    “You’ll have to come with me to the investors dinner. They’ve been wanting to meet my wife,” he looked at you and the ice in his eyes matched yours. You didn’t want his kindness, so be it. He was going to play tit-for-tat. You asked for a favor and he would ask for a favor in return. No debts and no IOUs.

    You looked away and considered it. It felt vile. It felt perverse. It felt like you were being asked to offer a service in exchange for a roof over your head. Like an escort, a woman for hire.

    But you weren’t Jaehyun’s escort. For all intents and purposes, you were his wife. And from the onset of this union, you had agreed to accompany him anywhere he’d be required to bring his wife to save face. He had promised the same for you, though places you required a husband were far different (town halls and tax offices were definitely not the same as investor parties). 

    ‘Think about your child, Y/N,’ your right mind pleaded at you, fighting with your pride. ‘Think about all the money you could save for him. For Minki,’ and right away, the ice in your stature began to melt. Why hold onto stupid pride when this was your reality? You were a single mother, you were struggling financially, and your husband was giving you a way out. 

    “Let me know when,” you said shortly and went straight to your room, leaving him behind.

    That night as you laid in bed, watching Minki’s tiny silhouette in the dark, you cried hot tears into your pillow. You had never thought life would bring you here. You never thought that this is what you would have to do to survive. Why did you feel like you were about to sell your body to a rich man just so you wouldn’t have to spend the nights on the streets with your child? Why didn’t you feel like a respectable wife of a respectable man in a respectable situation?

    Because he wasn’t your true husband and you weren’t his true wife and this wasn't a true circumstance. You had just signed some papers that had given you the title of someone’s wife. You had simply escaped the title of an escort based on a technicality. And that awful realization broke you that night.

    Jaehyun had the good sense to not comment on how you looked that evening. 

    Even when you had stood at the door, waiting to leave, done up all pretty, he knew better than to say something. These days, he wasn’t sure what he’d say to offend you. So he spoke only when absolutely necessary. The fact that you looked beautiful wasn’t going to change that. 

    These days, he would try to be as invisible to you as possible, in his own home. You weren’t too fond of him as a companion, that much he had always known. What he didn’t expect was the relationship to sour with age, at least from your side. Then again, you had much more to protect than he did. The least he could do was stay out of your way, if his very presence brought you discomfort.

    What he didn’t know was that in the past few days, you had done some repentance. Why were you so prideful, you had wondered. Was it because your pride had been hurt so many times that you were holding onto what was left of it with all you had? Your luck was awful, this arrangement was awful and the situation was awful; but one thing you had realized was that Jaehyun didn’t deserve to be at the receiving end of your wrath. He had never been the one to put you in tough situations. He had always been your way out. Perhaps that’s what hurt your pride the most.

    You don’t really remember how you had arrived at this conclusion. Because in the past few days, your emotions had cycled between being increasingly annoyed at him to increasingly feeling embarrassed for lashing out at him that night. The fact that your hormones were raging out of control these days had nothing to do with it. But you had realized that Jaehyun was perhaps one of the few people offering you any type of kindness in this world; and you’d be an idiot to get on this man’s bad side.

    So tonight, you tried extra hard to be nice to him. And by the time you were at the dinner, you didn’t have to try that hard. It was nice to have a night out, without work, and without Minki. Earlier in the day, Jaehyun had even given you the option to pick between a few babysitters. He had found them a couple of days ago and despite your stupid pride telling you otherwise, you had been a little impressed. And that feeling had swollen when he meekly told you,

    “I, uh… I installed nanny cams around the house. If you give me your phone, I’ll be able to connect them to you so you’d be able to check in on Minki whenever.”

    You had given him your phone and when your mind was inwardly appreciating the gesture, you pulled yourself together and asked your brain for a hard stop. ‘You have no reason to be impressed. We wouldn’t need a babysitter if it weren’t for his party,’ you told yourself. But the hard stop didn’t come and you ended up being moved, despite your better judgement. 

    And now you were left admitting that you indeed needed a night off. You don’t remember the last time you had dressed up or gone out without Minki in your arms. It was strange to sit and eat the food and actually taste it. Not even the judgmental gazes of the people around you fazed you that much. Because the questions they asked, you had already foreseen.

    “So how did you guys meet?” you were inevitably asked. You and Jaehyun had revised this in the car several times on your way here.

    “Oh, a friend introduced us,” you replied, and there was truth in what you had said. Johnny Suh had indeed introduced you, though you’re sure he had expected a more traditional outcome from the meeting--that you’d date and fall in love. This strange contract of convenience may not have been on his mind when he matched the two of you.

    But you held onto this story whenever you got the question and for the most part, you got through it, even if your traitor eyes kept darting across the space in search of Jaehyun because you weren’t sure you were providing answers that were the right sort of correct. And when he did rejoin you by your side, you felt an odd sense of comfort. How ironic it was that in the privacy of your home, you lived like strangers. But out here in the open, you gravitated towards one another. Perhaps because your lies protected you when you harbored next to one another.

    Be as it may, it wouldn’t take a mindreader to tell you what most people in this party thought of you: you were a gold-digger. You were the woman with a child that had bagged a pretty eligible bachelor. You weren’t of a notable background, you didn’t have that fancy a job; just a girl that had shot above her grade and gotten lucky when the shot hit bullseye.

    For some reason, this assessment (though no one had been brave enough to voice it) irked you. Because your marriage to Jaehyun might have had several ulterior motives, but his gold had never been one of them. Ironically, it was the other way round--Jaehyun’s marriage to you was to help him secure his fortune. But of course, these people weren’t going to question the young heir. A young single mother without a penny to her name was the more likely suspect.

    That was when you found yourself being impressed by Jaehyun for the second time today. Because he artfully switched the narrative anytime the questions got too intrusive, saying 

    “Honestly, I’m so lucky Y/N even gave me a chance,” or some iteration of this humble statement that made it seem like he had pursued you rather than the other way round as was on everyone’s mind. Not for a single moment did he allow anyone to question your integrity or your motive or your dignity. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly why each power hungry asshole in this room wanted to question you. But he utterly surprised you when he pressed a kiss to your cheek and said,

    “I just feel so blessed. I can’t believe I have a little family of my own now.”

    You knew it was for their benefit. You knew this was all part of the act. But perhaps you hadn’t been this close to a man in ages, because the gesture made your stomach do a flip and your skin burn.

    ‘Pull yourself together!’ you mentally berated yourself. But your body betrayed you, even as the two of you made the drive home. This time, you felt Jaehyun’s presence next you in an almost chemical sense. You felt the scent of him heavy in the car. You felt the heat of him as you stood behind him when he unlocked the apartment door and paid off the babysitter. 

    And you realized. He was a man. The person you lived with under the ruse of a marriage… he was a man. And you were a woman.

    Truth be told, you hadn’t been with a man since Minki’s father. But you were a woman. And Jaehyun was a man. And your hormones had been raging. 

    What difference did it make? You were married, anyway. What difference would it make if you just…

    If you just what? What would you even do? What would you even say? You had spent most of your marriage pretending he didn’t exist. And this had amplified in the past week after you’d lashed out on him. So, how on earth were you going to bring this up?

    Were you honestly considering sleeping with the man you’d near-insulted in his own home? You were right. You were horny out of your right mind. You just needed to take a cold shower and call it a night.

    “I’ve been thinking…” Jaehyun’s deep voice reverberated in the air between the two of you and broke through your lewd thoughts.

    “Hmm?” 

    “Umm… the thing is… I’ve been going through our contract…” you notice Jaehyun shuffling his feet a little.

    “Oh?”

    “Yeah… just for, like… just to review some things, and… I was just like… looking at some cases and… I just think, legally speaking, that our contract--our… our marriage has some loopholes. I just mean that there could be a time where someone might… although I don’t know how they would, but someone could… you know, there's always people looking in. And like, a contract is only as strong as the details, and someone could question… although, I don’t really know how, but I think we should do something about it,” by the time Jaehyun finished, his ears were burnt a bright red, like he was embarrassed at how poorly he had communicated what he wanted to say. Nothing he said made sense.

    But you weren’t an idiot. You knew exactly what he was saying. Your body knew what he was saying. The heat in your core knew what he was saying. Perhaps your pride is the one that spoke, because it wasn’t prepared for the consequences of being wrong.

    “I’m not following…” you played tactfully dumb.

    “I just mean… our marriage is voidable, because… because well… it… we’ve got to,” Jaehyun looked away, the rest of his face burning with his ears, “Nevermind. We can discuss this in the morning.”

    But you didn’t want to wait for the clarity that morning would bring. You didn’t want to wake up and realize how awful an idea this was. You didn’t want the endorphin rush the night out together had brought in to disappear and put you in your right mind. You were a woman and he was a man. And you both wanted sex. So just as he turned away, you grabbed his hand.

    “Do you have a condom?”

    “Yes, in my medicine cabinet,” Jaehyun replied, too quickly, too eagerly. You almost smiled at his reaction, but decided to nod your head instead. 

    “I’ll see you in twenty minutes?” 

    “Yes… yes, please… take your time,” Jaehyun answered and respectfully waited till you went in and closed the door to your room. 

    Your heart was racing. You allowed yourself to lose your composure for a few moments just to pull yourself together again. You held a hand to your heart to help you breathe. This was a bad idea. This was a very bad idea. But there would never be a better time, or a better opportunity. You didn’t have work in the morning. Your son was fast asleep. Your chores were complete. Your bills were paid.

    But most of all, you were a woman in need and he was a willing man. He was a safe man, a man whom--despite your strange arrangement--you could trust. He was a decent enough person, he had never disrespected you, and the two of you were in the safety of your own home. In the grand scheme of things, this was all that was required of a prospective sexual partner. It’s not like you could curb your hunger in other ways. You hadn’t dated in three years. You weren’t brave enough for one night stands with strangers. This was as safe a risk as you could take.

    Before you knew it, your body had made up your mind because you were headed to the bathroom. You needed to wash up. Thank God you had just shaved this morning. You ran a washcloth under your arms and between your legs and nearly burnt your face off half to death when you opened your underwear drawer and realized that Jeong Jaehyun was going to see you in one of them. You picked a relatively safe one. Not that you had sexy lingerie anyway. But you put it on with your face still burning hot and a nightie over it and a dressing gown over that. 

    ‘This is happening,’ you said to yourself as you swiped a fresh coat of tint over your lips. By the time you went out and knocked on his door, your heart had calmed some. This was a need, just like food or water or air. You were a woman, and you just had a need. There was nothing wrong with having a need.

    Jaehyun opened the door then with an awkward “Hi,” and let you into his room. He closed the door.

    You had only seen his room once or twice, and you could tell that in the time you were washing up, he was cleaning up. He had lit a single scented candle (probably the only one he owned) and laid out a bottle of something with a couple of shot glasses.

    “I thought… just in case we needed some courage,” he said, carefully pouring the drinks out. He held the glass out for you and you gladly accepted it, downing whatever it was in one go. And it did the trick because you cut off Jaehyun in the middle of his sentence and captured his lips with yours. You needed less talking and more action, because you were convinced all the talking was going to make you change your mind.

    And Jaehyun put his arms around your shoulders because he’d just been meaning to ask you how you wanted to go about this. Whether he could even kiss you, or whether it was off limits. He doesn’t know why that had occurred to him. But nothing about the two of you was traditional. You were married, but you weren’t a couple. You lived together, but separately. You were in one another’s lives, but you were not. So, who was to say if you wanted the sex, but not the kissing? 

    But here you were, and you had taken the lead. It had always been your choice. It was always going to be your choice. Jaehyun knew you were always going to set the boundaries in this relationship. And you were going to set the pace tonight.

    And set it you did. You kissed him while the alcohol ran in your veins and added fuel to your desire. You smelt the aftershave on him. You inhaled the cologne on his neck. Then you stepped away and turned your back to him. For a moment, he wondered if you had thought better of it and were leaving. Then he saw you pull at the tie at your nightgown and flip the lights off and turn back to him, just in time for Jaehyun to catch sight of the satin against your delicate skin. 

    You wondered if you needed another shot, but this was okay. He was letting you set the pace. You felt in control of the situation. This you could manage. You didn’t need the alcohol. So, you pulled him in by the back of his neck and kissed him again. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him till you believed, truly believed that this was happening.

    “You have the condom?” you breathed out and Jaehyun stuttered a bit, taken aback that it had come to this so quick. He felt something he had experienced as a child when he had to speak into a microphone in front of the entire school. It was stage fright. It was performance anxiety. Because he wasn’t sure if he could perform his best tonight--it had been far too long since he had done this sort of thing.

    “Uh, yeah, it’s right there…” he pointed to the nightstand next to the drinks.

    “Okay… do you need some help?” you looked down at his crotch almost inconsiderately and he felt his ears burn. 

    “Uh, just… give me a moment…” he muttered, and now it was his turn to turn his back to you. He unzipped himself quickly and tried to pump his semi to full hardness. He tried to hold back the grunts, but he felt your presence behind him. You had found the lube on the nightstand and had slicked your palm with it.

    “Here, let me…” you said and took him in your hand and Jaehyun didn’t have much time to react. He closed his eyes and his head fell back of its own accord and he bit his bottom lip just to suppress the keen he knew he’d let out.

    Fuck, he didn't remember the last time a girl had touched him this way. This was much, much sweeter than his own left hand that had been his only companion for way too long.

    “Here, sit down,” you offered and he nodded. You both sat at the edge of the bed; your face was focused as you worked on him, pumping him with purpose. Pumping him for a function. And then, what you did next took him utterly by surprise and he didn’t have time to bite back the trembling moan that escaped him. Because you had taken him in your mouth at the tip while your hand pumped the rest of him.

    You hadn’t meant to blow him. You had decided you wouldn’t do that when you had come in. But he looked like he needed help. Maybe he needed more time to ward off the nerves and get hard enough, but the selfish part of you wanted to keep things rolling. Perhaps you wanted to keep things as functionally motivated as possible. Like this union. Like what had brought you to his bed in the first place. A primal need, and a voidable contract.

    For what it’s worth, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Because he wasn’t stopping you, and he was moaning out. What man wouldn’t enjoy being sucked? You were doing him a favor. 

    When he looked and felt hard enough, you stood up to rid yourself of the gown, and he sat up to regain his breath. He held his cock at the base for some respite and pressed his lips together to suppress the groan that would escape at seeing your lipstick stain around his leaking tip. How did you want to do this, he wanted to ask, but his mind was eased because the next thing you said was,

    “Can I be on top? I just think it might be easier.”

    “Yes… yes, of course. Um… do you mind if I… um, scoot up a bit?” Jaehyun wasn’t sure what he’d do with himself if you rode him just like that, seated at the edge of the bed. He wasn’t sure he’d last. He needed to sit back and relax himself. 

    “Yeah, good idea,” you muttered and climbed in his bed with him. 

    This was it. The point of no return. There was no going back from here. Maybe you should’ve taken that shot. But now Jaehyun was sitting back against the headboard and his cock was laying heavy against his belly, staining his shirt in precum, and you’re not sure you could resist. So you joined him and lifted his shirt over his head. 

    He was more built than you realized, and you let your mind focus on that to chase away the nerves. He was a man. He wasn’t just your flatmate or contractual husband. Right now, he was a man with an aching cock and a chiseled chest. You’d never known a man to willingly turn down sex. You weren’t being selfish in your need. You could tell he needed this, too, gentlemanly as he was being.

    You handed him the foil and he took it, as if remembering this was something that had to be done. Or had he expected you to cover him? You weren’t sure. But you needed him distracted so you could rid yourself of the underwear under your nightie. And when all was set, you straddled his lap. You held his length. You gripped at the sheet. You gasped. And you tried.

    Jaehyun, who had his eyes shut in preparation, heard the effort in your gasps.

    “Do you need help?” he offered, sitting up and almost reaching with his fingers to your core but you stopped him.

    “No, it’s just… it’s been a while. Just let me…” you reached a hand under your nightie and rubbed yourself some, careful not to moan too much. Not to let yourself go too much. 

    “I can…” Jaehyun reached again, wondering if his touch would work on you like yours had worked on him. But you weren't as generous as he had been.

    “No, I got this. Just hold on,” you grabbed his length and rubbed his tip along your slit, as if to appease him, as if to show him that you were taking his help well enough. Jaehyun held himself at the base with one hand and placed his other hand respectfully at your waist, to offer any sort of help he was allowed. Then he finally felt your warmth on him as you began to open up to him. 

    You couldn’t help it. You brought your hands to his shoulders and he brought his hands to the curve of your hips. You couldn’t hold back the first few gasps, but neither could he. Here you were, two people who hadn’t known intimacy in much too long. Two people that were married to one another, no less. Rusty and struggling, but finally making it.

    Jaehyun’s eyes squeezed shut again and he tried his best not to move. To let you set the pace. But you were so fucking tight. Your warmth was making him feel things his hand could not. How amazing it was, being this close to an actual woman. He didn’t realize when his fingers started digging into the flesh of your hips or when you started moving on him faster.

    You were gasping shorter, and Jaehyun opened his eyes, just to take it in. Your eyes were closed, your lips parted. You were moving your hips on him so sensually that for a moment, Jaehyun was pretty sure he was going to come right there and then. How amazing it was to see you in this way. It was strange; Jaehyun felt like a peeping Tom, though he was just as part of the act as you were. Then why did looking at you on top of him feel so perverse?

    You felt good. It was nice to feel like a woman. To acknowledge you had a sexual appetite. And to have the hunger be quenched in a primal way. To do it in a safe space, with a safe man, with no consequences. It wasn’t a crime to sleep with your husband. What was marriage if not sex and a contract? This was fine.

    “I’m just gonna…” you slowed your pace a bit just to rub your fingers on your clit. You needed to get off because you could feel Jaehyun coming to the brink. 

    “Do you want me to…” Jaehyun asked, and as if on instinct, you almost turned him down once again. But you needed more. You needed the touch of a man just as much you needed his cock, no matter how much you were denying it. You nodded so you wouldn’t have to admit it in words and Jaehyun brought his thumb to your nub and rubbed.

    That did it.

    You trembled and held his shoulders in your grip and released yourself. You felt the pleasure coursing through your belly, and if you smiled through the orgasm, you didn’t stop yourself. It felt nice, to finally feel euphoria in this way.

    It didn’t help Jaehyun that he felt your wetness coating him.

    “I’m gonna come,” he warned so you’d get off of him and he could pump himself in his hand and empty himself into the wrapper. You watched his seed cloud the thin skin of the condom and you felt another curious need in your belly. But you looked away and let him finish.

    The two of you sat there for a few moments, just to thin out the dense haze of sex in your beings.

    ‘So that happened,’ you thought to yourself. You turned to sit at the edge of the bed and slipped your underwear back on and heard Jaehyun zip himself back up.

    What now, you wondered. Do you cuddle? Do you kiss goodbye? Do you thank one another? None of it made sense.

    “If you want to--” he began.

    “I should--” you harmonized.

    Then you got up. 

    “I should shower and go to bed,” you spoke.

    “Alright,” Jaehyun said gently, then got out of bed, almost as if to see you out. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said, though he didn’t know what he meant by that. It felt wrong to just let you go like that, so unceremoniously. You had just had sex for the first time. Surely, there was something he could do to put you at ease?

    “Good night,” was all you said as you took your leave. And perhaps the only thing he could do to put you at ease in this moment was to leave you alone.

    It’s not that simple. It is never that simple.

    Perhaps it’s why the two of you started consummating your marriage more often than you realized. It couldn’t possibly have been as simple as a one-off. 

    After that night, the two of you had been far too disappointed in how you had performed. You tried not to be too irrationally upset at yourself. Neither of you had been intimate with another person in far too long… being as rusty as you were would almost be expected. So, perhaps you both wanted a chance at redemption, and thus you found one another again. 

    As it turned out, practice did indeed make perfect. Because your next few times were much less awkward than that painstaking first time. The next few times started to feel more natural as your bodies started to learn more about one another and you discovered what the other liked and disliked. You have no idea how you had come to this place in your dynamic, where you were finding yourself in his bed over and over again. But who were you kidding? You were usually the one to instigate this conversation each time. Waiting for him to return home from work and then following him to his bed. Texting him in the middle of the night to ask if he was still awake and then knocking on his door when he would say that he was. 

    Now, Jaehyun wasn’t just providing you a roof over your head, or the protection that came from this marriage. He also provided sex when you had the need. Jaehyun had never turned down any request you had made before. And he was hard pressed not to turn down any request you made of him now, though the nature of your requests was becoming consequentially more unspeakable. Still, he never denied you and invited you to his bed every time you asked till the most carnal parts of you were satisfied.

    One night, you had felt so spent that you collapsed on his chest and didn’t realize that you had knocked right off till the sound of Minki’s crying in the next room woke you up. You had never spent the night in his bed before that, and you were careful not to since then. But it happened on yet another night and you were woken up in exactly the same manner, only this time, Jaehyun whispered,

    “I’ll check on him. You keep sleeping,” and shot up. You’d been so goddamn tired that night, that you allowed yourself to make this mistake, at least for one night. You allowed Jaehyun to check on your son while you got uninterrupted sleep, and uninterrupted sleep is often the greatest favor one can offer a young mother. 

    And that was the night Jaehyun realized that you were starting to trust him just a little more. Because you had never let him help out with your son before. As he picked Minki up and the boy easily laid his head on his shoulder, Jaehyun felt the sort of warmth he had always craved his entire life. Was this what it felt like to be a father? To be a husband? He wasn’t sure, but he never wanted to let this feeling go.

    He softly paced and rubbed the little boy’s back till he went back to sleep. For the first time in his entire life, Jaehyun finally felt like he had a family. He tucked Minki in and went back to lay next to your sleeping form. He moved a strand of hair away from your face, just so he could look at you. You were his family. You and Minki. Jaehyun vowed to protect the both of you in heart, not just in contract. 

    But that’s what it was, after all. A contract marriage. Because a few days later, you came up to him with a request he hadn’t expected. 

    “Could I have the number of the babysitter you called that day?” you asked.

    “Sure, I’ll text it to you. Why do you need a babysitter?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure if he was out of line in asking the question.

    “Um, I… I’m going out for a drink tonight,” you replied.

    “On your own?” Jaehyun asked out of curiosity. It was the most intrusive conversation he had had with you, ever. 

    “No, with Doyoung from work.”

    Jaehyun didn’t ask any further questions after that. 

    He had been right. It was always going to be your choice. You may live together. You may be married by law. You might have sex from time to time. But in your equation, it was still not enough to make you a couple. Because you still hadn’t decided if you were a couple let alone made that request of him. And Jaehyun had never turned down any request you had ever made.

    It wasn’t exactly the first time you and Doyoung had grabbed a drink after work. It was just the first time you had done so on a weekend, where it was just the two of you. He had asked, and you had no idea why you had said yes. Perhaps because you were an awful person. Because you knew saying yes would lead him on, but you did so anyway just so you could have a break from your life.

    You were developing a wonderful knack for using the people around you. It had started with Jaehyun and when you experienced how good it felt, it escalated to everyone around you. You saw what men wanted from you and you began to weaponize your sexuality. You used Jaheyun’s loneliness against him to get what you wanted--sex or anything else. And you used Doyoung’s crush on you against him to give yourself a few hours of respite. 

    In a fucked up way, you had justified your use of these men. Because you were just giving them what they really wanted, and they were pretty selfish in those needs, too. Doyoung pretended to be your friend, but he clearly had deeper expectations despite knowing your situation. He couldn’t possibly be nice to you out of the kindness of his heart. No man offered kindness to a woman without wanting something in return. Saying yes to his date was just going to bring you a welcome change of pace. And in return, he’d also get what he wanted.

    He had taken you to a nicer bar, not your usual place, just so the two of you could feel you were on an actual date, not just a hangout after work. You actually enjoyed yourself some. Doyoung was easy on the eyes and had a pleasant enough personality, even if he tried too hard sometimes. You supposed you had been using him even before saying yes to this date. He was your only confidant, the only person you’d talk to about your situation, even though you could tell he had a crush on you. But you were lonely and he heard you, begrudgingly or otherwise. You’d tell him most facts about your arrangement, though you hadn’t told him that you’d started sleeping with your contract husband. That was a fact you were only going to admit to yourself.

    When you left the bar and started walking down the street together, you felt Doyoung reach for your hand. And you gave it to him. When he asked if you wanted to go to his apartment for some tea, you said yes. You had no idea why you were being so reckless.

    But here you were. Leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter of your coworker, in an apartment where he lived alone. The risk of the unknown was fueling your veins with adrenaline and suddenly, you wanted to play with fire. You should’ve seen it coming when he leaned in to kiss you. You had almost taken him by the hand and led him to this moment. When his lips touched yours, you even kissed him back. You were drunk in the power you had over this man.

    ‘Stop it. Stop it right now!’ your mind screamed at you. But your body had other ideas. Your body allowed Doyoung to grab your wrists on the kitchen counter and lean over you and kiss you. Your body accepted as his hands started travelling up the dip of your waist. Your body even let out an inviting exhale as his lips moved down to the side of your neck. Wouldn’t it be nice? To be bent right over this counter and be taken by this man? He liked you well enough. He wanted you. He had maybe wanted you all this time. You’d make him a happy man and you’d satisfy your hungry body. He might still like you at the end of it.

    Or he might think you’re an easy woman who lives with a contractual husband and spreads her legs for any man on the first date. 

    It was your pride that pushed against his chest and pulled him off.

    “Doyoung…” you looked away.

    “Sorry…” he whispered, inhaling then pursing his lips together. Like he wanted to say something else, but was trying real hard to hold himself back. You searched his face, because for what it’s worth, you didn’t want him to be upset with you. You didn’t want to lose your only confidant. So you offered,

    “I’m married…” but it was maybe the wrong thing to say because Doyoung basically exploded at you.

    “You don’t even love him! It’s not a real marriage!” he stepped away from you and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation.

    “Doyoung…” you reached for his arm. He didn’t flinch away, which could’ve been a good sign. But when he spoke, his voice seemed strained. Like he was holding back tears. 

    “I could make you happy,” he said.

    Fuck. 

    You finally realized that you had gone too far in your stupid game. As if in a sudden moment of clarity, you realized that he was an actual human being. And you’d been toying with his feelings. You hadn’t known how deep his feelings went, but toy with them you had. 

    You looked at him regretfully. “No one can make me happy, Doyoung.”

    “You know I’d try,” he said and this time he moved away from your touch and put some space between the two of you. “I could try keeping you happy… and Minki…” he spoke with the face of a brokenhearted man. Your heart clenched. It was nice to know you still had a heart after all you’d been doing. 

    “You deserve so much more,” you shook your head. It made him scoff.

    “I don’t know what I deserve,” he whispered, then stormed past you and into his room. He slammed the door shut.

    You returned home that night, feeling like shit. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you needed comforting. So, after you had put Minki to bed, you sent Jaehyun the inevitable text.

    ‘Are you awake?’ you texted, and you waited.

    ‘No,’ he replied.

    You stared at the message.

    ‘No,’ it read. A simple word. He had refused you. In one simple word, he turned you down. How strange this word felt, how curt, how novel. Jaehyun had never told you no.

    But Jaehyun was another man whose heart you were hell bent on breaking. Guess he was smarter in how he protected it.

    What was it that people said about the taste of your own medicine? It couldn’t possibly be sweet. Because you experienced the bitterness of it in the next few days to come. Your days became lonely but your nights became lonelier. 

    If you were being honest, you felt the bitterest most from Doyoung. Perhaps because you had been more cruel to him than you’d been to Jaehyun. You realized now that the man genuinely liked you by how badly his pride had been hurt. He spent the next few days staying out of your way. He didn’t stop by your desk with a morning coffee for you. He didn’t ask if you wanted to have lunch together. He didn’t come along to any after-work gatherings if you were in them. He turned his cheek if you ever crossed paths. He pretended you weren’t there to the point where it became obvious to your other coworkers that the two of you had a falling out. Of course, in this twisted world, there was only one reason for a man and a woman to have a falling out, or at least that's what the rumors around you started to say. You would’ve been annoyed had the rumors been wrong. But they were all true. Doyoung did nothing to stop them. He wasn’t obligated to anymore. He used to be the one person who would always come to your defense if you ever became the victim of gossip or intrusive questions. But you had freed him of that obligation. He wasn’t your friend or your confidant anymore. Your arrogance had made sure of it.

    You almost wanted Jaehyun to dose you with venom of the same potency that Doyoung was giving you. But you weren’t so lucky. Because Jaehyun’s idea of giving you the cold shoulder was a little more mature. All he really did was restore your relationship back to how it used to be before you began warming his bed. As if all those nights spent in heat beneath his sheets hadn’t even happened. Like you had never bared your bodies to one another, like you were back to what you were supposed to be. And what you were supposed to be was two people living under the same roof, practically as strangers because of whatever fucked up contract that was going to mutually benefit the both of you. That’s what you had wanted, wasn’t it?

    Despite your better judgement and your ever present pride, you had in fact asked him for sex a second time since he had refused you. And you had been turned down yet again. How strange it was, losing that power over him. Over both of them. What illogical power trip had you been on in the first place that made you treat these men like the dirt on your shoe? How did that power even come to you? Did it come with the security of a roof over your head? Did that come from knowing that you’d finally given your son a better life? Did it come from you finally having the luxury to think beyond the primal need of survival? Was this who you were when you weren’t destitute and struggling?

    Funny thing was, your libido didn’t even bother you since the second time you got turned down. How peculiar it was that just a few days ago, you had considered getting sex from two different men in the same night. It was a stranger discovery knowing that perhaps you felt this way because… you didn’t want sex from any other man. Because Jaehyun had never thrown any of your weaknesses in your face. Despite refusing you, he let you keep your dignity. You weren’t sure many other men would offer you that much slack.

    It was in the way your heart did a somersault when he knocked on your door one evening. You all but jumped to answer, but didn’t know what to say when you saw his face, this up close after a long while.

    “I’m sorry… did I interrupt something?” he asked, as politely as ever.

    “Oh, no, we were just playing with crayons,” you looked over your shoulder to see Minki scribbling away.

    “Oh, okay. Um, the thing is, I wanted to ask you something but I didn’t want to do it over text. It was kind of important,” he began and he spoke with purpose.

    “Everything okay?” you asked, the awkwardness you felt being chased away by concern.

    “Yes, actually. So, my father’s Will Signing is next week,” he began.

    Oh. 

    “My entire family will be there. Um… you have to come with me,” he said the last bit with some discomfort, perhaps because the way he put it made it seem like you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t, not in this case.

    “Of course…” you said in maybe the softest tone you had ever taken with him.

    “Great. I’ll send you the details,” he said and nodded as a sign off. But just before he turned, something came over you and you took his hand.

    “Jaehyun…”

    “Hmm?” he didn’t look at you.

    “Are you… okay?” you asked, tipping your head to the side, just so you could see his face. This was a big moment, one he had been preparing for for as long as you had known him. How did he feel?

    He inhaled for a brief moment before he turned his head to look at you. “Yes,” he nodded with politeness. And then he disappeared into his room.

    A week later, you sat beside him in the presence of his family and his lawyers and his witnesses and God and saw as his wealthy father signed his will and declared Jaehyun as the inheritor of his business after him and the new CEO of his company. You stood by him as people thumped him on the back and congratulated him (for whatever reason). You saw as people smiled at him with daggers in their eyes. You bowed politely when his father told you that you’d made an honest man out of him and you smiled and nodded when his mother spoke of the responsibilities that came with being the “first lady” of the Jeong Group of Companies. 

    It was a bizarre evening, and when the drink and food started rolling out, you weren’t sure this was something to celebrate. Everyone in here was a vulture that wanted a piece of whatever they could scavenge after this man died, and they did so whilst eating and drinking away in luxury. Your husband, so to speak, had now been placed at the top of the food chain, with the first call on the body and the biggest chunk of the meat. You supposed you should be happy.

    But as you drove back home with him that night, you stared out the window with an uneasiness in the pit of your stomach that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you tried. These feelings were familiar because they used to be your constant companions before you met Jaehyun. You felt the uncertainty about what the next day would bring. You felt the guilt of being a lacking mother to your son. You felt the shivering anxiety of an undetermined outcome.

    Because Jeong Jaehyun was now legally the inheritor of the Jeong Group of Companies. He had received what he had hoped he would get out of this marriage. He had no reason to continue on with the contract anymore. And that knowledge filled you with dread deep in your bones.

    Minki had always been a good boy. By any definition of the phrase, you had lucked out. This boy ate well, played well, slept well and lived well. He very seldom threw tantrums you couldn’t handle. He was well-mannered with the people around him. He never went wandering about the apartment without you, and he followed the boundaries you had set for him. 

    But today was an unusual day, for more reasons than you could handle. Today, Minki had been crying and screaming his lungs out, and you had no idea what to do. You held him in your arms and paced around and rubbed his back, but nothing you’d do or say would make anything okay. Someone had once told you that toddlers tend to absorb the emotions of their caregiver. And you knew today that it was right. He absorbed your emotions, because he couldn’t possibly have known what had hit you this morning. How could he know? All he could do was scream and cry at the uneasiness his instincts were inflicting on him.

    Your son had never had too many meltdowns that you could remember. And when he did have one, you had always known how to handle it. Yet, despite knowing exactly what was happening, despite knowing that to calm him, you needed to breathe, you found yourself in a vicious cycle. The more he cried, the more agitated you became; the more on edge you were, the louder he cried. 

    You knew how to calm your son. You knew that for sure. But what could you do? How could you tell a toddler to go easy on you because of what was impending on you?

    Your brain was a tangled mess. How could you calm him when there was a storm building in your own chest? How could you dial your energy down when every bit of your body was on edge? You just wanted to give up and cry. You were holding on by a thread.

    You needed someone. You were desperate. You needed someone who could be there for you without expecting someone in return--a friend, a confidant. You even messaged Doyoung, hoping he’d put aside his broken heart and just listen to you. You needed someone to listen to you. Someone. Anyone. But you had no one, and your son was crying and you felt like your mind would implode. One final snap and you were going to lose your sanity. 

    It didn’t help that Jaehyun peaked his head out the door to see what was going out. He found you pacing in the living room, then slumping on the sofa as the little boy cried bloody murder on your shoulder. You knew it was an unusual sight for him. It’s perhaps why he stepped out. He sat next to you, a respectful distance away.

    “Is everything alright?” he asked gently.

    “He won’t stop crying,” you said, and your voice was thick with the agitation you felt, like you could cry tears of frustration of your own any moment now.

    “Could I try calming him?” he kept his voice gentle and even.

    “You could,” you said, trying to breathe evenly, lest you crumble mid-sentence.

    Jaehyun reached in to take Minki off of you, which made the boy scream louder as he gripped onto your shirt, not wanting to let go. But Jaehyun was gentle yet firm. He managed to pry him off of you. He sat him on his lap whilst he kicked and pushed against him. But Jaehyun held him around the waist. Kind, but strong.

    “What’s wrong, Minki?” Jaehyun asked whilst you tried hard to keep yourself together.

    “Nooooo!” the boy screamed back on the top of his lungs.

    “Minki, you have to tell your Mommy what’s wrong,” Jaehyun reasoned, but he got the same high pitched answer in return. You were worried he was going to hurt his vocal chords.

    “How can Mommy help you if you don’t tell her what’s wrong?” Jaehyun looked him in the eye whilst he gently kept him restrained in his arms. And finally, Minki screamed back a reply, a different reply, something other than ‘no.’

    “What is it? Can you tell me softly so I can understand?” Jaehyun's tone was authoritative but still kind. Minki’s screams were fading to sobs as he realized this switch in the power dynamic. Still, he held onto his stubborn act for a while longer and screamed the reply.

    “Minki, Mommy and I can’t understand you. You have to tell us in words,” Jaehyun reasoned. 

    “Outside! Wanna go outside!” Minki replied in sobs instead of screams.

    “Very good, Minki. Well done, you’ve told us in words. Where do you wanna go outside? Hmm?” Jaehyun continued.

    “Outside!” he yelled and Jaehyun shook his head.

    “You have to tell us in words, Minki. Do you wanna go to the store and buy some snacks?”

    “No!” Minki whined.

    “Then what, Minki? Do you wanna go to the park?”

    “Y--no! I wanna play with kitty!” he finally sobbed.

    “You wanna play with kitty? Very good, Minki. Thank you for telling us. You’ve done such a good job,” Jaehyun took the boy in his arms and hugged him till he calmed. He stood and you stood up with them.

    “Does he play with a cat?” Jaehyun asked you.

    “There was once a cat in the park. He played with it,” you told him though your breaths were coming shorter. You didn’t want to crumble but you were right on the brink.

    “Do you want me to take him to the park for a little bit?” Jaehyun asked you softly and you nodded vigorously.

    “Okay. Don’t worry, please. We’ll be fine,” he nodded, attempting to calm you a little as well, as if he could see that you were hanging by a thread. But then, he turned away much too soon, carrying the now sniffling boy and leaving you behind. Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed at his arm.

    “Minki’s dad is in town,” you finally blurted out the words that had been choking you, the reason your breaths were being stolen from your lungs and your chest was being constricted. You wanted someone to know that a dark cloud was taking over your life. A shadow from your past, a monster lurking in the dark. Your exhales came out ragged, like you were holding too much in, but couldn’t let it all out. There was no one to let it out to. You saw Jaehyun’s eyes widen for a moment. But he didn’t say anything. So you continued, “He wants me to meet with him.”

    Jaehyun nodded, too understanding, too level-headed. “You should meet him. Does he want to meet Minki, too?”

    You looked away, and took a deep breath in. It was getting harder to hold it in. “No. Just me.”

    Jaehyun nodded again, “You can meet him. I’ll take care of Minki till then.” Then he turned and started readying Minki to go out the same way he had seen you do several times. 

    You wanted to say so much more to him but couldn’t find your words. You wanted Jaehyun to hold you and get the words out of you the same way he had gotten them out of Minki. You wanted him to grab you to pull you together and ask you what it was that was making you feel this way. You wanted to scream and cry and kick like your son and have him calm you down, the same way he calmed him. 

    But you were an adult. And he wasn’t your husband, even if you had signed some papers. You’d made sure he would never come close enough to hold you and comfort you with how you treated him. And now? Now, he wasn’t even obligated to be your husband anymore… he had gotten what he wanted from this marriage. So you watched as he walked out with your son, carrying him with the love and patience the little boy had always deserved but never received from his own father. 

    You just wanted to give up.

    You’re pretty sure you were having an out of body experience. You’d never had an out of body experience before, and you weren’t sure what it was really meant to feel like. You know that at the very least, you were in a dreamlike state. You felt too present, but like you were floating in space at the same time. Your legs felt heavy, but your head felt light. You heard the sounds around you too clearly, every whisper, every step, every breath ringing in your ears. But those sounds didn’t seem like they were coming from your reality around you, but from deep within your being. You heard them too clearly. Perhaps it helped in numbing the sight and sound that was closest to you.

    You saw the man in front of you; the man who through a terrible twist of fate was Minki’s father. And you stared down at the cheque this man had placed in front of you, encased in a beautiful envelope. Like the elegance of the envelope was going to mask the horridness of the contents within. You may have been in a dreamlike state. But everything about what was happening was a nightmare.

    You stared down at the strip of paper for too long, the storm inside building, threatening to reach its climax. You tried to keep it in. 

    “Take it back,” you whispered. You didn’t want to speak up. You weren’t sure what your voice would do if you spoke up.

    “Y/N. I want you to think about this logically,” the man said. Too level-headed. Too indifferent. The men around you seemed to talk logic with you quite a lot. Like you were the hysterical one and they were always the sensible, centered ones that had to pacify you.

    “Logically?” you repeated the offensive word, finally peeling your eyes off the cheque to look him in the eye.

    “This is good money. Think of what you can do for your son with all this money,” he nodded.

    “He’s your son, too!” you hissed and the tears that didn’t fall threatened to choke you. You stopped yourself and looked around and shifted in your seat. You didn’t want this to be a scene. You needed to keep yourself together.

    “Y/N. I know you’re not thinking straight right now. You’re being too emotional. If you want to take a couple of days to think about it, I think you’ll see that I’m right,” he spoke to you like a professor would speak to a student. Like you were an imbecile and he was the All-Knowing. You were bursting at the seams, and he was too composed. Emotionlessly, indifferently, dispassionately composed.

    “You disappeared from our lives for two years and now you want to buy my silence!” you hissed yet again, and tears of anger you were holding back brimmed to your eyes. You didn’t let them escape.

    But you finally saw the breach in his composure as he looked around, making sure no one was listening in. Making sure you weren’t creating a scene and tarnishing his reputation. As if your reaction was uncalled for, too extreme, too irrational, too emotional. As if he didn’t ask of you what he did. That he would offer you this money. And in exchange? 

    In exchange, you and Minki would never contact him ever again. Because he had found an influential woman to marry. Because he didn’t want anything getting in the way of this opportunity. Because if she were to find out that he had a secret son, she could end his career for vengeance. He would offer you this money and neither you nor Minki could claim any connection to him ever again. He could marry in peace and get a clean slate, leaving his old life behind. Leaving his son behind.

    “Y/N…” he said, trying to void his voice of the irritation he felt towards you, “You have a new life. I’m asking for mine.”

    “You’re asking to abandon Minki forever with your blood money!” you swept the cheque back towards him.

    “I’m not having any more arguments about this,” he turned his cheek and stood up. As if to add insult to injury, he placed more money on the table, presumably to pay the bill. You looked up at him in utter disbelief. How easily he was dismissing himself. Dismissing you. Just getting up to leave like he hadn’t just presented you with a life-altering ultimatum. “Think about it with a rational mind. Or at least think about your son,” he spoke down at you.

    But that did it.

    “How dare you,” you whispered at him, “How DARE you. You absolute swine of a man…” you’re pretty sure your chair had toppled over as you stood. You didn’t care. Not anymore.

    “How dare you ask me to think about my son when you’re the one selling him off with your blood money! How dare you talk to me like that after you left him for the dead for two fucking years. You absolute fucking piece of shit, how dare you!” you realized that your whispers had turned to shrieks, that you were gripping at this man’s collar, that you had finally created the scene the both of you had been avoiding all this time. “How can you do this to him? He’s only a child!” you pulled at him. “He’s your son!” you shrieked at him, your grip on his shirt tight. You could feel him prying you off, but you held onto him with all your might. “He’s your son, you dickless piece of shit, he’s your son!” you didn’t let go, not even for a moment. If you let go, he was going to run and hide. He was going to leave into his new life and Minki would become only a skeleton in his closet. Minki would grow up with the knowledge that his father abandoned him. That he was worth only the amount on this cheque, whilst the new family he was going to start was worth much more. That he was paid off to be kept a secret for the rest of his life. That you allowed it to happen and did nothing to stop it. You were going to stop it. You had to.

    “He’s your son!” you gripped at him and you were only half aware that people around you had started to pull him away from you. You didn’t let him go. How could you let him get away? You’re weren’t going to let him get away with doing this to your son. You were going to fight for him. 

    But how much power could you muster against the strength of many? What force did you have in your arms that could fight off the pull of the onlookers as they pried the man away from you? What sort of power did you have? None. You didn’t have the power in your arms you thought you had. You didn’t have the power in your fortitude you thought you had. You didn't even have the power in your words you thought you had. You had power over nothing and no one.

    So, he got away. Leaving behind only a torn fabric of his shirt in your fist because you held on till the last moment before you were kicked out of the restaurant. You ran after him all the way to his car. Kicking and screaming. But he got in. He drove away. And he got away. And you couldn’t do anything about it--not a single thing.

    You could never do much, anyway. You had let him get away this time, just as you had let him get away the last time. You had let yourself and your son get abandoned then, and you let him abandon the two of you now. How easily he slipped from your grip yet again. You couldn’t even stop him. You couldn’t keep him, not even for your son’s sake. Your son needed to know he had a father in this world. But he had been stripped of that right because you couldn’t fight for him. You had no strength. You had no power. 

    Come to think of it, you never had any strength or any power all your life. And life was a word you used rather liberally. Truth is, you didn’t really know how to live… you only knew how to survive. So how could you have fought for Minki? You couldn’t even fight for yourself. You hadn’t really done much in your lifetime but made bad decisions, one after the other. And now you were left to face the consequences of every single bad decision you’d ever made. 

    How did you think you could do this all on your own? How did you think you could go through all the trials and trepidations of your life with no one to rely on? Who did you think you were? You weren’t born into money, you didn’t go to a fancy college, you had absolutely nothing to back you up but your constant hustle and your ever inflated pride. What good was that pride, anyway? It had never done you an ounce of good. And now, you could feel it slipping from your fingers, too. Because the whole world had seen you gripping and begging at the man who didn’t want you or your son. The whole world had seen as you cried and ran after him on foot, chasing his car even as it raced away from your sight. The whole world saw as you kept walking, even when the storm came, even when it started to rain so hard that you couldn’t see a thing. The whole world saw how you took refuge at a bus stop, drenched to the bone, but unable to move and head home. How could you head home? How could you go home knowing that you couldn’t defend your son? That you couldn’t fight for him? How could you tell him that once again, the two of you were left alone, only this time, he wouldn’t even have the hope that someone might come back for him? He had no one and you had no one. Everyone in this world had deserted you. You stared ahead, searching for courage that wouldn’t come.

    And right from within the nothingness, you saw a figure in front of you. Like a silhouette afront the blur of the rain that grew larger till it came too close. But even then, it didn’t take full form against the grey of the storm. It didn’t have to. You knew exactly who it was. You had always known.

    “What took you so long?” you looked up, unsure whether rain or tears blurred your vision.

    “I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whispered and immediately covered your shoulders in a trench coat that enveloped you whole.

    You were sobbing. You were sure of it now, because your breaths were breaking in your throat and your words were punctuated by them. “Where’s Minki?” you asked desperately as Jaehyun rubbed some warmth into your shoulders with his hands and made you rise to your unstable feet.

    “With my mother. He is safe,” he tried to pull you into himself. But you held onto his chest and kept him back so you could look up at his face and make him listen to your pleas. 

    “How did you know where to find me?” you couldn’t control the tears that flowed from your eyes any more than you could control this storm in the skies.

    “Doyoung called me,” he looked into your eyes, searching. He wanted to know more. And you wanted to tell him. You gripped at his shirt like a broken woman, desperate and begging and crying like a lost child.

    “Minki’s father…” you began but fuck, it was hard. It was hard to say the words and realize them as you spoke them. It made you cry more because speaking it was making it more real, “... he… he left us. He gave me this and he left us…” you showed him the envelope, dampened and crumpled in your fist.

    “Shh… it’s okay… I’m here… I’ve got you...” Jaehyun held your face.

    You gripped at his wrists and looked at him, “Are you going to leave me, too?”

    Jaehyun’s eyes widened in emotion and he shook his head, whispering a single word, “Never.”

    “But the will has been signed,” you cried and you told him all the doubts in your heart.

    “You are my wife,” he pressed a sealing kiss to your forehead, “And I am your husband. For as long as you’ll want me,” and he brought a hand to the back of your head and pressed it to his chest and this time, you couldn’t fight him. You let him hold you and keep you warm. You cried into him because you understood the words he told you. You knew. You had always known. So you pushed back to looked up at him,

    “I’ll want you forever. As my husband,” you whispered, though your voice cracked and your tears flowed.

    “It would be my honor,” he replied. Because he had never turned down any request you’d ever made of him.

    All you could do in return was to finally allow yourself to crumble. Because now you knew that he’d be there to pick you up. And that’s what he did. As you cried, he put his arm around you and shielded you from the storm under his umbrella. He sat you in his car and fastened your seatbelt. He took you home and sat you in the tub and bathed you so you’d be warm. He wrapped you up in a robe and dried your hair and when you implored at him,

    “I want to see Minki,” he gently replied,

    “Let the storm die down. Then I’ll go get him myself.”

    How funny it was that he was putting out storms one after the other. The storm in your life, the storm in your mind, the storm in your heart. All because you finally let him in. Like he’d been waiting to hold you and love you, only if you allowed it. And now you had. Like a flip of a switch, everything shifted. You felt the shift in his touch, in your breaths, in the space between the two of you.

    He took your silence to mean anxiety and kissed your forehead, “I promise. He is safe with my mother. He won’t be safe on the road in this weather.”

    You nodded. 

    How considerate this man was. How kind. How respectful. How honorable. You had never known men to be this way. Men were selfish, men only gave you respect when you were hard and cold, men would exploit you the moment they sense vulnerability, men broke you down when they saw that you had no way out. That’s how you had known men to be like. Yet, here he was, defying everything you had known, and confirming things about him you had always known but never allowed yourself to realize. You were married to him, yet you’d been blind. You had always been quick to throw away his kindness, his empathy, the love he was always willing to give. You let yourself believe you were alone because you never allowed this man into your heart. What a fool you’d been.

    So you stood up and you kissed him. You weren’t going to let him go, not anymore. You weren’t going to pretend that this man was the cause of all your problems. You weren’t going to blame him for your misfortunes anymore. You weren’t going to let your pride get in the way of opening your heart and accepting his warmth and his decency. And in return, you were going to love him with the same kindness and patience he gave you. You were going to care for him and dote on him and be there for him when he would need you. You were going to fill your life with love and light. You were going to chase away the darkness and the storm, hand in hand with him.

    And the storm died down, just like Jaehyun had said it would, and he brought Minki back to you, just like he promised he would. You took your son into your arms and you couldn’t bear it. You held him tight and you kissed him and you cried.

    “I’m sorry,” you kept telling him, though he wouldn’t understand a word. How could he? He was only a child. How could he understand why his mother was begging for his forgiveness? He only cried in return because he saw you crying, so you held him tighter and kissed him everywhere you could. Maybe one day, he’d understand that you had tried and he might forgive you. He might understand why you had made the decisions that you had. But whether he forgave you or not, you were going to spend everyday letting him know that his mother loved him and that she’d be his shield for as long as she had the strength. 

    Jaehyun let you two have this private moment, waiting on the sidelines till you were all cried out, then helping you prepare his things to put him to bed. He let you be when you sat on the floor by the edge of Minki’s bed, slowly patting his tiny back even when he had been fast asleep for a while. When you’d been sitting on that floor for a while, not moving an inch for far too long, you felt Jaehyun sit by your side and loop an arm around you, gently guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. He calmed you like you were calming Minki, then brought his lips to your ears.

    “I’ll always be here. For you and Minki.”

    You closed your eyes. Because you believed him.

    “The HO? You’re really getting promoted to the HO?” you sat up straighter in your chair.

    “I’m offended by how surprised you sound,” Doyoung quipped. 

    “Oh, no, I just... Doyoung, that’s amazing!” you quickly backtracked and settled on just being happy for your friend.

    “I know you too well so just spit it out,” Doyoung looked at you deadpan. You sighed.

    “I just… I’m really gonna miss you so damn bad,” you finally admitted.

    Doyoung’s eyes widened for a moment, but then he scoffed a little, “Oh, well. It’s all for the best.”

    You looked at him and finally felt the intense pang of guilt you should’ve felt all that time ago when you had first met him. Maybe you finally had your humanity back. So, if your voice shook when you said the next few words, you allowed it. He needed to hear the emotions in your words for once. “I really wish you all the happiness in this world, Doyoung. No one deserves it more than you.”

    Doyoung looked at you in surprise. For the first time in your dynamic, you had spoken about him, not just yourself. It wasn’t a surprise he couldn’t find his next words. You had rendered him speechless.

    “You always belonged with the HO people,” you wiped away at the sneaky tear that had formed at the corner of your eye and tried to lighten the mood, “All snooty and uppity and self-important like.”

    Doyoung scoffed again, only this time it was friendlier, any traces of irony and misery gone, “You know, if I keep playing my cards right, I might become your boss.”

    You put your hand up in a mock-salute and straightened up, “Sir, yes, Sir!”

    Doyoung laughed, “It won’t be fun being your boss when I’m all the way in the capital. I won’t even get the satisfaction of getting your death stares in person.”

    Your face fell. “You’re really going to move to the capital, huh?”

    He looked up and gave you a small, nostalgic smile, “I really am.”

    You held his gaze for a moment, then nodded. “It’s where all the big shots live. You’ll fit right in.”

    He smiled wider, though his eyes still didn’t match his expression, “It’s going to be a new start, alright.”

    A new start. All the people in your life got a new start, though you weren’t sure if they were deserving of it or not. Now Doyoung was getting one, too. No one deserved it more than him, though you weren’t sure he was a person in your life. So you realized. This was a goodbye. He was here to bid you farewell. When your heart broke in your chest, you allowed that, too. 

    “You’re going to be amazing,” you told him sincerely.

    He looked down at the table, “I hope so,” he whispered and got up. You got up with him, your heart clenching for your friend. The friend who had given you so much emotional support, the friend who would carry all your baggage by just being a good listener. The friend whose heart you held so carelessly that you broke it. “Well,” he looked at you, “I guess this is goodbye.”

    And you finally let the tears fall down to your cheeks. You held his arm to pull him to your height and you kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for everything, Doyoungie. I am never going to forget everything you’ve done for me.”

    You supposed you had rendered him speechless once again, because the man froze. Like he didn’t know what to do. But soon he regained his wits about him and stood up straighter. He smiled at you and stroked your hair once, “Don’t miss me too much.”

    And perhaps this was going to be the only way you’d realize how much you really needed Doyoung in your life. You’d never really been good with making and keeping friends, and still he had been that one person that never asked you for much. Kim Doyoung might have become your friend and confidant by accident, but he let you vent to him every single time without fail. Did he ever vent to you? You couldn’t remember. All your exchanges with him were utterly selfish. You took from him and never gave. And he let it be that way till he couldn’t. But you needed him and you were going to feel the absence of him. Because you had hurt his pride, and he had let you go. He had decided to let you go when you messaged him for help and he thought it wasn’t his place to help you anymore, but your husbands. You might’ve been blind, but he wasn’t and he saw what you couldn’t and it hurt his pride; and when he left, you never heard from him ever again.

    It was a lesson learnt. Real people had real feelings. Actions had consequences. Relationships were hard work. You had known these clichés all your life, but never truly known them. You had never really thought much outside of yourself and your need to survive. You saw everyone around you as people that either wanted to take from you or people you wanted to take from. You had done all it took to keep your head above water. From staying with your infant son with a man that didn’t want either of you; to begging your parents to help you whilst you found a job to support the two of you. From going door to door to all your friends, asking for a place to stay; to marrying a man you hardly knew just so your son could live with dignity even if all your decisions had been questionable to say the least. 

    Maybe being reduced to fighting for primal needs took away from other aspects of your humanity. Like kindness. When was the last time you had been kind to another person without wanting something in return? You couldn’t recall. Like empathy. When was the last time you put yourself in someone else’s shoes and felt their pain? You weren’t sure. Like respect. When was the last time you had admired someone for what they did or how they lived? You didn’t know.

    You hadn’t really been living. It’s like the past few years stripped you of who you were. You had lost your identity, not just your humanity. But finally, miraculously, it was coming back. Because the tears you cried when you saw your friend walking away were just for him. You were happy for the life he had ahead of him and sad that you weren’t going to see him again. It was a miracle to feel human again. To know you still had a heart that could feel joy and sorrow for someone else. It was exhilarating to experience the consequences of your actions. It was reassuring to go through the emotions that well adjusted members of society have for one another. And in this moment, you closed your eyes and thought only of your husband. For giving you the space to finally feel human again.

    Jaehyun never thought he’d be the clingy type. Then again, he hadn’t really been in a true relationship before. How could he have possibly known this about himself when he had never honestly put himself in this position before? But the sweet pleasure that came with domestic bliss was unlike any he could’ve imagined. The mellow contentment he was feeling just resting his head on his wife’s chest was nothing he had ever experienced before. The fact that you were lazily running your fingers in his scalp wasn’t helping the drunken haze he felt. 

    “Do you wanna lay in bed properly? You could take a quick nap,” you suggested, kissing the top of his head. The couch wasn’t big enough for his tall form, but that’s where he had found you and that’s where he had decided to settle in.

    “Mm mm,” Jaehyun hummed in the negative, “I don’t want to move,” he mumbled and tightened his arms around your middle as if to drive the point home. 

    “You did a good job today, setting up the crib all by yourself,” you smiled at his tired form. Moving into your new house was tough work with both of your schedules. You didn’t even want to look at the piles of cardboard boxes that littered most of the living room where the two of you lounged. Jaehyun had done most of the heavy lifting, but the simple prospect of having to organize them over the next few days was already tiring you out.

    “I did a good job?” Jaehyun lifted his sleep head up from your chest, smiling expectantly as he looked up.

    “You did,” you smiled back, because who were you kidding? You were a simple girl with simple tastes. Watching your husband become a handyman was a basic fantasy and you hadn’t denied yourself the luxury of ogling at the muscles in his back rippling through his shirt as he worked.

    “Then can I have a kiss?” he asked shamelessly, despite the sleep in his state.

    You laughed. But you leaned in and kissed his lips. He had earned it, anyway. He’d taken a day off from work so the two of you could finally start setting up your new home. Minki’s room had been the first you had chosen to finish. It’s the first time your little boy had gotten his own room and you both had set it up with all the love you had in your hearts. Jaehyun had gotten so many toys that you had argued they wouldn’t fit. But he was determined and stubborn and had found a place for all the things he had bought. No wonder he was so tired now. Lazing about on the couch, cuddled into you.

    Minki toddled towards you then, holding onto the sheet of paper he had been scribbling away at with his brand new set of crayons. He pressed it into Jaehyun’s face, wanting his attention.

    “Not now, my love. Daddy is sleeping,” you whispered at him with a finger on your lip, smiling.

    But Jaehyun never had it in him to tell him no. Though his eyes were droopy and his body heavy, he held the paper with both his hands and gave the boy all the encouragement he could muster for his little creation and promised that he would put it up on the refrigerator proudly. Then he scooped the boy into his arms and tucked him into the couch as well, muttering, “Nap time,” and miraculously, Minki giggled but gave in.

    Your legs were going to be numb in a moment, you were sure of it because the two boys had pretty much decided that on top of you was a fairly suitable napping spot. You didn’t move, though, not for a single moment. Jaehyun had slid over to tuck himself under your arm and over your chest and Minki effectively used your belly as a pillow and buried his face into Jaehyun. You reached over to stroke your son’s head because your lips couldn’t reach him. But they reached Jaehyun’s forehead just fine. If you could stay like this forever, you would. Right here in this moment, without changing a thing. 

    “Here it is. The first snow,” you whispered. You didn’t get a reply because Jaehyun’s eyes had closed. So you marveled at the window of your new home. Finally, after all the years of wishing and hoping, the first snow had brought for you a new tomorrow. A happier life. A life with love. You smiled at it and prayed a silent thank you and let your eyes close, too. No one wishes at the snow, but you’re glad you did all those years.

    When Jaehyun woke from his nap, he found you asleep, so he got up carefully and carried Minki into his new room and tucked him in. So many years he had spent wishing at the snow to give him his own family. And now he had it. He felt your presence at the door frame and turned around, pressing a finger to his lips. He tiptoed out and held your hand and you walked together in companionable silence, unbeknownst to the other that you were just two snow wishers who found their dreams in each other.

    So he made love to you that night on the mattress on the floor of the room you hadn’t even set up yet. You were going to. You were going to set it up hand in hand and fill it with love and happiness and all the human moments you were going to live together. You had found a harbor in Jaehyun, but it was his dreams that had come the truest. Too many years he had longed to be a husband and a father, and never thought he’d live to see that day in truth. But slowly and surely, you let him in. Little by little, letting him love you the way he had always envisioned he would love his family. His dreams can come true. His snow wishes came true. His marriage came true. His love came true.

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  • lichtcult
    26.10.2021 - 20 hours ago

    NCT: TaeYong, JaeHyun & Lucas

    Resumen: TaeYong y YunOh peleaban por la misma persona, pero nunca esperaron que alguien más les ganara.

    Palabras: 502

    Advertencias: Ninguna.

    Pedido: Si, anónimo.

    El aprecio como amigos fue cuesta abajo apenas TaeYong y YunOh se enteraron que gustaban de la misma persona. La sensación de competencia los dominó por más que el profesionalismo no permitiera que la rivalidad afectara al grupo, aunque eso no evitaba que desearan estar bien lejos del otro. En general tensión era lo que llenaba el ambiente, y eso provocó que YukHei se entrometiera decidido a convertirse en el intermediario y espía de la femenina para zanjar la situación.

    —Me pone mal que no paren de comprarme regalos y desperdicien su sueldo.

    La confesión generó que “Lucas” riera y aplaudiera lanzando la cabeza hacia atrás sin notar como ella se le quedaba viendo embelesada.

    —Con todo lo que ocurre, ¿tú te preocupas por eso?

    —¿De qué me debería preocupar? —inquirió bajando la mirada de sus grandes y brillantes ojos, ya que los nervios surgirían si le admiraba por mucho tiempo.

    —¿Acaso ya decidiste con cuál de los dos salir? —tocó el tema sensible mientras en el bolsillo mantenía funcionando una llamada para que ambos chicos escucharan todo.

    —Si, ninguno, porque me gusta otra persona.

    La verdad ocasionó que TaeYong y YunOh perdieran el aliento mientras el corazón se les caía de forma sumamente dolorosa en los dormitorios de SM.

    —¿Cómo? —amagó a taparse la boca por la sorpresa—. ¿Lo conozco? ¿Quién es?

    Ella lo miró de forma significativa y se sonrojó con fuerza aguantando la vergüenza.

    —¿Yo? —comprendió rápido y con ligero miedo al no saber qué hacer ahora.

    Por su parte, YunOh entró a la habitación de TaeYong y tapó el micrófono del teléfono para que sus palabras no se filtraran como susurros desde los pantalones de YukHei.

    —Nos enfocamos tanto en nosotros que… —dejó la frase en el aire por lo impactado que estaba.

    —Nos enfocamos tanto en nosotros que nos olvidamos de él —suspiró de forma pesada cortando la transmisión.

    —¿Qué hacemos? —preguntó perdido y como si tuvieran un plan B.

    —Intentamos conquistarla por más de un mes, incluso si él vuelve a China con WayV nada garantiza que nos preste atención solo por la distancia entre ellos —cruzó las manos sobre su estomagó con expresión triste y abatida—. Habrá que esperar mientras nos hacemos la idea de que no seremos correspondidos.

    —Rayos —chasqueo la lengua y miró a otro lado.

    —Puede que esto sea lo mejor —consideró después de largos y silenciosos segundos—. No podemos desarrollar una mala relación con YukHei si está lejos, además de que no es su culpa… Desde el principio no competía con nosotros, solo quería ayudarnos.

    YunOh suspiró rodando el cuello para hacerlo sonar.

    —¿Y si después de esto quiere salir con ella?

    —Bueno… no sé. Si no es él, será otra persona —dijo con una leve mueca—. Creo que ahora no hay que pensar demasiado, aguardemos a que vuelva para hablar.

    —Si —asintió decepcionado para ubicarse junto al mayor.

    Viéndose un momento, TaeYong y YunOh casi podían sentir que su relación mejoraba al haber quedado fuera de juego.

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  • noonaishere
    26.10.2021 - 20 hours ago

    Work of Art [J.JH] - sixty-eight | is that weird?

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    #jaehyun#jeong jaehyun#jung jaehyun#nct 127 #nct 127 smau #nct 127 fic #nct 127 au #nct smau#nct fic#nct au#college au #nct fake texts #nct fake chats #nct writing#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun scenarios#boyfriend jaehyun#college jaehyun#part 68 #this is Jaehyun btw if that wasn't obvious #I just realized it might not me #sorry about that #but this chat is the same color as Jaehyun and Taeyong's chat from earlier on lol #I was hoping you'd all see that but I realize it's a BIT later lol #love you all; have a great day :D
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  • voguejae
    26.10.2021 - 21 hours ago

    he comes at night | jjh

    ↳ he comes at night | jeong jaehyun x fem!reader | 2.3k | one shot | 18+

    genre: one shot, smut, incubus!jaehyun, supernatural au, horror au(?), halloween au warnings: kissing, slight dirty talk, teasing, fingering, nipple sucking, soul taking/sucking lol

    ❝being a college student who also works is a job in itself. you’ve never felt so stressed and drained in your life, you really needed a night to relax. and you did just that… only with a little help from a soul sucking demon.❞

    author’s note: this is a repost from my old account, so if it seems familiar, then you’ve probably read it from there. but anyways, happy halloween everyone !! make sure to be safe if you go out trick or treating, stay with a group or people you trust. i hope you guys enjoyed it (even if it isn’t my best work, but still) happy reading :))

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    College has you stressed out. Work has you stressed out. Your family has you stressed out. At this point, you think everything was stressing you out, and just thinking about it had you stressed. Who said being a college student who works was fun? Oh right, no one did.

    The only way you could have some downtime, was if you were to stay at home by yourself and try to relax. It was what you were told to do by your best friend, Hinjae; she always had the perfect advice for you whenever you were stuck. And so, here you were, laying down in bed with a bottle of wine tucked under your arm, with the TV playing some rom-com film.

    You weren’t really paying attention to the film, it was there just to be background noise. The wine had made your cheeks heat up, your ears also felt hot, too. You and alcohol never really got along; the last time you were in arms reach of alcohol, passed out on a bench outside a Burger King.

    What made that matter even worse, was how your friends had taken pictures and videos of you making out with an employee from the fast food company.

    Apparently you were trying to bribe him into giving you a free burger - it didn’t work.

    The bottle of wine was your companion for the night. This isn’t your usual way of trying to relax after having such a stressful day. Normally you would go out drinking with your friends, go to your parents house to rant, (even if they had a part in your stress), or you’d get tipsy and pull our your vibrator. It honestly depended on what was getting to you.

    “This is boring me,” you sighed to yourself, switching off the TV to turn off the film. The wine bottle slipped from your arm and onto your duvet, the red contents spilling out, and a groan left your throat in annoyance.

    You just sat and stared at the spilled wine, debating whether you should strip the bedding or just go sleep in the living room tonight. You didn’t really feel like doing either, your motivation was very low. You shrugged your shoulders before deciding to go sleep in the living room - it was a much easier choice than taking off your bedding, since it would’ve needed washing and you weren’t in the mood for that.

    You grabbed one of your pillows and your phone, leaving the wine where it spilt.

    You walked out of your bedroom and into the living room of your apartment. The floor-length windows allowed you to look out onto the city, lit with small rectangles of light - so many people living different lives.

    You wondered if anyone out there was having as bad of a day as you were. They probably were, but you felt the need to think that you were the only one with bad luck. And what may that bad luck be? Your college professor gave you an assignment, which was due in three days, and he expected you to write over 5,000 words.

    You sighed deeply, turning your attention to the couch as you placed your pillow by the armrest, so you would have enough space to lie down.

    Sleeping on the couch often gave you some of the best sleeps you’ve ever had. There was just something about sleeping on a couch that you couldn’t explain, it was just too good to be true at times like these.

    You didn’t have a blanket with you, but that didn’t really concern you as you were already wearing joggers and an oversized hoodie. You never really understood the concept of people coming home from a long day and deciding to stay in the clothes they had worn for work or school, when the choice of changing into something super comfy was right there in front of them.

    Your mind kept trailing off thinking about the most randomness of things, that you were concerned you weren’t going to get a blink of shut eye. You needed to sleep so you weren’t cranky when you wake up - plus, getting a good amount of hours would tremendously help with your stress situation. Not getting enough sleep made you more stressed.

    You should be crowned ‘Queen Y/N, The Stress Royal’.

    You laid yourself down upon the couch, one arm going underneath the pillow whilst the other draped over your stomach. You were semi-comfortable. At least you weren’t sleeping in a wine drenched bed. Nothing worse than that.

    The moon was shining in through the large windows, creating a gentle cast over your living room, just enough brightness for you to make out the silhouettes of the furniture that surrounds you.

    Your thoughts began to calm down, your brain signaling you that you were extremely exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut, they felt too heavy to keep open so you gave in to your tiredness. Soon enough you had found yourself falling into a deep slumber, your body finally at its resting place.

    The sun was beginning to set, the fluffy clouds in the sky illuminating a pretty orange and pink colour. You had found yourself staring at the sunset, that you didn’t realise the man sitting next to you was staring at you; staring at something he found just so beautiful.

    “Do you find the sunset beautiful as much as I find you beautiful?” The man spoke, pulling you from your reverie.

    You turned your head to look at him. You agreed that the sunset was beautiful, but now that you had laid your eyes upon him, you most certainly thought he was much better to look at than the sunset. “You find me beautiful?” You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, no one had called you beautiful before, only more on the ‘pretty-enough-to-get-fucked’ compliments.

    The man nodded his head, his hand coming to cup your cheek, “I find you mesmerising. You’re just so perfect to me.” His voice was soothing, you hadn’t heard any voice so smooth until he opened his mouth.

    He was a complete stranger to you. You had no clue as to who he was or where he had come from, but what you do know is that you felt safe with him. There was something about his aura that made you feel safe and comfortable - completely ignoring the fact you don’t even know his name.

    You placed your hand over his that was still cupping your cheek, your fingers sliding between his smoothly. With your fingers interlocked, you slowly pulled his hand to your mouth; your lips pouting against his palm leaving open mouthed kisses.

    The man watched you with hooded eyes, his mood changing within a split second.

    The aura around you two had shifted from sweet and romantic, to tension and neediness. You couldn’t blame yourself for wanting to touch him so badly. The man looked effortlessly gorgeous and you wanted to please him so badly. You stopped pressing kisses to his palm, his hand sliding down to your neck, grasping it lightly and pulling you close to his face.

    Your lips were mere centimetres apart, both of your breaths fanning over each other’s faces. “How have you got me feeling this way?” You whispered against his lips, using everything in your willpower to not melt right then and there, “Who are you?”

    “I’m everything you need and more, darling Y/N.” The man knew your name and before you could question him, he pressed his lips upon yours. His lips felt so, so soft, you’ve never felt anything like it. The hand around your neck tightened when you brought your hand to rest against his thigh, so close to where he needed to be touched most by you.

    His words were believable. You had no reason to question him - and that’s why you had found yourself shifting onto his lap, your legs straddling him.

    “I believe you.” You mumbled through the kisses.

    Your lips were in sync with one another, almost as if you both had been made for each other and this was they way to prove it. It felt so right to be here with him, the sun setting behind you, his hand slightly choking you whilst his free hand trailed up your thigh and teased your clothed core.

    You could feel two of his fingers trace your entrance through your underwear, a wet patch forming on the fabric from your arousal. “So wet, so soon?” The man seemed impressed, but from the tone of his voice you could tell he was mocking you from being turned on so easily. “Let me feel you.”

    You nodded your head, your hand coming to wrap around his wrist to pull away from your neck. You moved his hand to cup your breast whilst his hand between your legs continued teasing you.

    You pushed your hips down onto his fingers, wanting more friction from him. The man took notice of your action and tutted at you, “You’re an eager little pup, aren’t you? Does someone want more?” You nodded your head again, a pout on your lips. “Since you’re being so sweet, I guess I could give you more.”

    You thanked your lucky stars. His fingers shifted your panties to the side, his fingers gliding smoothly over your slit - your arousal immediately coating his fingertips, the slick substance causing him to groan.

    You gasped when he inserted his fingers into your tight hole, his digits curling against the perfect spot inside you. “Feels so good,” you tilted your head back at the combined feeling of having your core pleased along with your chest being touched, “Do that again,” you begged for him to continue attacking your g-spot, you’ve never felt anything like it.

    He pulled down the neckline of your top, freeing your breasts to have full range at them. His mouth attaching itself onto one of your hardened nipples, the sensitivity bringing you closer to your orgasm.

    The man groans against your chest, the vibrations going straight down your spine to your core. “Oh god, I’m close. So close.” You ground your hips down on his fingers, they felt so deep inside you that you swore you were seeing stars. His tongue was flicking against your nipple as he brought his thumb to rub against your in the mix.

    The overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins hit you like a truck. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm flowed through you, “Holy fuck,” you whimpered out, your head falling slack on the mans shoulder.

    “Oh darling, you did well for me. So well,” he pulled himself away from your chest, his fingers pulling out of your clenching core; a hiss leaving your lips from the sensitivity.

    After resting for a few moments, you raised your head to look at him, your eyes searching his to try and see what he was thinking. “I still have no idea as to who you are. What’s your name?”

    “Jaehyun.” The man finally gave his name and you felt strange upon hearing it. It wasn’t as if you had heard of that name before, but it just didn’t seem to be what you were expecting, “Is something the matter, darling?” Jaehyun asked you.

    You shook your head as you shifted off of his lap. You still felt safe around him, it’s just that now you know his name something had changed.

    Your eyes shot open and your heart was racing. Your heartbeat was banging so loud that you could feel and hear it in your ears, something bad was happening and you had no clue what was going on.

    It was still dark in your living room, the moon having shifted positions in the sky so you couldn’t make out much as you could before. You felt so uncomfortable and uneasy, a complete opposite to what you were dreaming of.

    “Is something the matter, darling?”

    A voice. A voice that you recognised. Why was there a voice? Why was there a voice that you recognised?

    You tried sitting up to get a better look around the room, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t move. It almost felt as if you were being weighed down by a ton of bricks, you felt paralysed. “Answer me, darling Y/N.”

    Your breath quickened and your chest tightened, you couldn’t see who was speaking to you but the voice was super recognisable. “W-who are you?” Your voice was strained, you were beginning to panic, you didn’t like the situation you were in.

    “You know me,” the male voice came closer to you and you saw a dark figure emerged from behind the couch to stand in front of you, “Does the name Jaehyun ring a bell to you? Hm?” He had wings; they seemed damaged and rugged, what on earth was he?

    You wanted to close your eyes and not look at him, but he was too intriguing for you to do so. “My dream...” you were trying to piece two and two together, but nothing seemed to work, “You were in my dream. You didn’t have wings though?” You tried to steady your breathing, just anything to make this all make sense.

    The creature-human-thing stepped closer to you, kneeling once he reached you, “You’re my prey, darling. Dreams are an easy way to catch people” his eyes were a deep red, glowing in the dark like some devilish night light, “And my prey deemed me so good.”

    The tightening of your chest began again; you still couldn’t feel your body and your mind was numb.

    “Now, darling, let me feed and you’ll be the best little prey of all time.” Jaehyun smirked, his face leaning in closer to you. His breath was cold on your neck, goosebumps ran all over your limbs as you could feel the smirk play on your sensitive neck.

    You didn’t know what you were expecting, but this was not it. You were feeling lifeless the longer he stayed by your side. The heat drained from your face and a loud ringing sound in your ears - a moment later and the demon stood and stared down at you.

    “Still so pretty, even with no soul.”

    © voguejae | do not copy, repost, translate.

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    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago
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    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago
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  • suhweetdreams
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago
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  • honeymark
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    Jaehyun wonders if he’s the same person from just a month ago.

    Finding a companion to share the night with has never been anything less that simple for him. The most it’s ever taken has been a couple of text, but even then, it’s not like he ever had to contribute any genuine thought or effort. It’s all just a game, one that he never thought he could lose, since there’s never been anything to lose from the start. 

    No feelings, no attachment, no heartbreak. That’s the way things have been for the last 5 years. 

    Yet, as he’s walking down the side of the street with your fingers entangled with his, he realizes that he hasn’t stopped smiling since the moment you two left the bar together. He’s stunned, not only by the excitement tingling in his limbs, but also by the fact that he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he spent every night strolling through the town with you, just like this. 

    There’s a certain fondness that overwhelms him whenever he thinks of you, and it terrifies him. The look on your face never helps, either; ever since the night you met, you’ve looked at him like he’s the only person in the world that matters to you, and every time, it’s taken all of the strength in his body to keep himself from letting you dig deeper into his heart.

    He’s scared. Scared of showing you the true colors of his personality, of letting you down, of being a person that you aren’t expecting him to be.

    Suddenly, you stop, and you turn to face him directly. You’re looking at him curiously, and it’s then that he realizes that you’ve led him to a quieter, more secluded block of the town. It’s a decently lit open space, with empty tables and a fountain that’s clearly been out of commission for a while.

    “So, what did you want to tell me?” you ask, as you settle down on the ledge of the fountain.

    The question takes him by surprise. “Hmm?”

    “You said you had a lot to tell me.”

    Oh. 

    Jaehyun nods, then offers a slight smile. “How mad would you be if I told you I forgot?”

    “Did you?” you ask, half-suspicious.

    “No,” he admits, sitting down next to you. 

    He doesn’t say anything else after that, but the silence in the air is so thick, you start to wonder what kind of bomb he’s about to drop on you. 

    “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you end up telling him, partly because he’s clearly hesitant to open up to you but also because you’re too afraid of what’s going to come out of his mouth.

    It’s frustrating, to say the least. You have no idea what this man is thinking, and while half of you wants to leave it at that, the other half of you yearns to know more. Does he do this with anyone else? Does he enjoy the time that he spends with you? Does he see you more than just someone to pass the time with?

    Jaehyun finally breaks the silence with a sigh. “The last relationship I had was 5 years ago,” he reveals, quietly. “She was the manager of the basketball team, and somehow, she agreed to go out with me when I confessed to her.” He pauses, almost as if the memories are replaying in his head. He lets out another sigh, then an empty chuckle. “I really did everything I could for her ㅡ which obviously wasn’t a lot, since I was 15 years old.”

    “I’m sure she appreciated you,” you add, though you aren’t sure if it’s helpful or not.

    “I’m not so sure.” The smile on his face is incredibly bitter, and you wonder if you’ve said too much. “I found out that she was cheating on me all along, and when I confronted her about it, she told me she only liked me for my face, and that I grossed her out with how much I liked her.” 

    “What an awful thing to say,” you mumble, agitation prickling the back of your throat. 

    He huffs another chuckle, one that feels even emptier than the first. “Right? She was my first girlfriend, too.” 

    “And...you haven’t been in a relationship since then?” you ask, cautiously.

    “Not in a serious one.” Jaehyun cards his fingers through his hair before leaning back and shifting his weight to his hands, which are flat against the surface. “Starting flings is always fun, but everything’s always just felt so...short. And shallow. Getting serious seems like a hassle if all they’re going to do is, you know...”

    “Leave?”

    “Yeah.”

    Any confidence you had before is now much too brittle to maintain your self-esteem. “Is this...” you start, shakily.

    Jaehyun turns his head to look at you. “Hmm?”

    You swallow thickly. “Is this your way of telling me to fuck off?”

    The laugh that he lets out is loud and genuine and enough to quell the temble in your hands. “No,” he promises, sliding his hand to touch the tips of your fingers with his. “I don’t want you to fuck off.”

    You breathe a quiet sigh of relief. “Just wanted to get it off your chest?” 

    “Kind of. I don’t know,” he admits. He re-adjusts his posture before leaning into you, his head falling onto your shoulder. “I just...for some reason, I felt like telling you.”

    “Thanks,” you say, quietly.

    He lifts his head to look at you. “For what?”

    “For being vulnerable with me.”

    Jaehyun stares at you silently for a couple of seconds before returning to his previous position on your shoulder. “It doesn’t creep you out?”

    You chuckle. “Well, to be honest, your whole thing about not wanting to be in a serious relationship made me feel kind of shitty,” you tell him. “But you don’t creep me out, Jaehyun.”

    “I’m glad,” he says, softly. He raises his head and places a delicate kiss against your cheek. “Sorry about making you feel shitty, though.” 

    You shrug, and you capture his lips in a kiss that almost steals the oxygen from his lungs. Jaehyun presses into you, your lips memorizing the curve of his mouth. You both jerk away from each other at the sound of high heels clacking against the cement, and the looks on your faces are so bewildered, the two of you can’t help but laugh. 

    Jaehyun presses another kiss to your forehead. “Are you still able to trust people after what...happened?” 

    “Not sure,” you admit. “I kind of just want to move on from all of that. I’ve been doing whatever feels good, I guess.”

    “Does being with me feel good?” he asks, not bothering to mask the smirk in his tone.

    You sigh, dramatically, before playfully nudging him. “Do you always have to ask questions that you already know the answer to?”

    “I want to hear you say it,” he laughs, quickly kissing your neck.

    You smile. “It’s a secret.” 

    “Fair enough.” 

    The night deepens, with both of you sharing stories and thoughts and feelings that neither of you ever imagined would find their way to a person other than yourselves. It feels relieving and exciting and scary all at the same time, but more than anything, it feels like a new beginning ㅡ for both of you.

    Eventually, you find yourselves sitting in complete darkness, as all of the surrounding shops and buildings had closed for the night. Jaehyun suggests heading back, since there’s no way any of your friends were sober enough to head home by themselves. You check your phone for the first time since your escape, and you realize that 2 hours had already passed. 

    “About what you were talking about earlier,” you start, as you push yourself to standing. “I don’t think you need to rush with re-learning how to trust people. It’s hard, you know?” You offer a soft smile, though you aren’t sure if he’s able to recognize your expression through the darkness. “Just...take your time to heal and move forward when you’re ready. I’m sure your person will be there, waiting for you.”

    Jaehyun envelopes you in a warm embrace no sooner than you’re cringing over your words of encouragement. He brushes his lips over your throat, then your cheek, then against the soft of your lips. “Y/N,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the shell of your ear. “It'd be nice if that person was you.”

    tongue tied :: twenty-eight

    summary: a promiscuous basketball star finds his carefree world turned upside down when he crashes the winning team’s afterparty. a series about unexpected relationships, broken bonds, and the quintessential struggles of college life.

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  • dimplehyunn
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    ❝ CUT AND CARRIED ❞ | NA JAEMIN✿

    {TEASER} [click on the picture for better quality]

    ❥PAIRING : CEO!Na Jaemin X Desi Fem!Reader ft. Rest of NCT dream,Lee Taeyong,Jung Jaehyun,Nakamoto Yuta, Karina,Park Jihyo.

    ❥THEME|GENRE : Enemies to Lovers,Semi Desi Au, Angst (slight),Fluff and Slice of life.

    ❥WARNING :Suggestive,cursing,mentions of some toxic desi cultures,mentions of alcohol and cheating.

    ❥WORD COUNT : Estimated 5k.

    ❥RELEASE DATE : Mid-november.

    ❥SUMMARY : People often say,“There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...” but that's surely not what Jaemin believed when his father forcefully transferred him and his business to a whole new state to expand it. Neither did Y/n when she was thrown into a marriage settlement with someone she didn't even know. According to them,they were both in wrong places but maybe at the end,what people say is true.

    "No way! I'm going to that country,father",Jaemin raised his voice slamming the contract papers on the desk of his father's office. There was just no way for him to settle down in a country that's so far and so distinct from where he was born n raised.His father's fierce gaze was constant on his face. "You're my only heir. I need you to expand it. The workers we had in there have done so much damage to our company,they stole money and what not? I am here in Korea to handle things but I need someone faithful to be in there. Who can be more faithful than my own son,Jaemin?", Mr.Na explained calmly. Although he understood why Jaemin was acting up like this. Jaemin stood there being all worried about what he should do. Jaemin thought of everything for a while and came up with an agreement to the contract papers that were offered by his father,"I will go,Dad."

    Only he knows what made his mind change so fast.

    "No way! I'm not marrying him", you threw the picture you had in your hand. The picture was of the person you were getting married to. With no one being around you,you yelled out all of your anger. All the things you wanted to spit on your parents' faces when they handed you this photo with their cold command,"You're getting married to him". That too,in a year? Why couldn't you talk back to them? What was stopping you? It was that one lesson that you had been taught since childhood,

    "Good daughters never say NO to their parents".

    Two completely different people living in two different countries,living completely different lives were living the same exact moment of settling down with something they both didn't want. They were going places where they believed that they didn't belong to,they weren't meant to be in. Hoping that they'd at least succeed in what they were trying to be. One was trying to be a good Son while the other one was trying to be a good Daughter.

    Let's see what fate has in store for them.

    ❥AUTHOR'S NOTE : Heyo peeps ! I mean who isn't a hoe for desi AUs? So this is my first semi desi writing.I hope y'all will like it. It is a little different plot but I'm sure it's interesting.Have a nice day or night or whichever time you're seeing it!♡

    ❥Network (s) : @ficscafe @pretty-neos @neoturtles @neowritingsnet

    ❥TAGLIST : OPEN -Send an ask or DM to be added.

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  • duhnova
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    every lie you type - johnny suh

    ⤷ synopsis. y/n is a first year psychology student who is a helpless romantic, johnny is a second year photography student who has a messed up view on love after a toxic relationship and nasty breakup with his ex. when the two meet they instantly click and their future together is looking bright until someone from the past comes back and tears them apart. now everything is messed up and johnny has to work to fix his mistakes before it becomes to late.

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  • kpop-hive
    25.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    Boy Next Door

    Hot Neighbor!Jaehyun x Reader

    Warnings ⚠️: Shower Sex, Heavy Makeout, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Big Dick Jaehyun, Slight Size Kink

    His lips peppered light kisses around your neck as he held your body with his large hands, you whined as he grinder himself into you, your warm bodies were in contrast to cool air of your bedroom. “Do you want this baby?” He asked pulling out his length. “Stuff me full.” You whimpered…

    The sound of an alarm clock awoke you with force, the loud tone ringing through your ears. You shut off the alarm before staring at the time of 10:00 a.m. What a great way to wake up yet another dream of your hot neighbor who lived right next door to you. That neighbor was none other than, Jung Jaehyun. A twenty-four year old man who you were literally infatuated by. He would always keep you dreaming at night about how he would be as a boyfriend, whether it was kissing, chilling, dream dates, or sex. It was no secret that he was a rather sexy human being, and you were not afraid to admit that you think about how he would be in bed every night, to hear his deep voice, feel his hands and kisses, or how well he fucks.

    You went downstairs to go make some breakfast. Grabbing two slices of toast, a skillet and some eggs and the rest of the ingredients to make French toast. You blended the ingredients and made the French toast in a few minutes flat before grabbing some orange juice and some berries along with whipped cream and a little cinnamon sugar for your tasty breakfast. French toast with cinnamon sugar and fruit was your favorite thing to have on your good days.

    You sat down and ate your breakfast quietly while turning on the TV to hear about the weather for today. “So today’s forecast calls for sunny skies along with the continued heat wave we are experiencing this Summer, expect temperatures to be up in the 100s today, the highest calls for 104 degrees.” The weatherman issued. You sighed to yourself, you knew that when temperatures get that high, the AC sometimes cuts out, luckily you have a backup generator.

    You had just finished your breakfast, and washed your plate and cleaned up the kitchen before heading outside of your house in your oversized tee to get the mail. As soon as you opened the door, you were greeted with a sight that pleased your eyes, Jaehyun in a white muscle tee with a hose and a bucket of soap and a rag washing his car. The white tee was soaked showing the outline of his pecks and abs and strong build. His biceps flexed as he moved the hose up and down across the car as he went around it. His hair wet against his forehead from the water making you completely hot and bothered. You were so focused on his entire frame you didn’t realize that he was waving at you for the past fifteen seconds.

    You gave him a small subtle wave before scurrying back into your house. You were also so focused that you didn’t even realize how hot it had gotten in the moment due to the hot weather, sighing, you head upstairs to take a shower and throw on some chill clothes.

    After the shower, you decided to throw on tank top and short shorts matching set, since it was so hot. You brushed your teeth fixed your hair, and went downstairs to relax.

    As time passed, it was getting tremendously hot, your AC was on full blast, but that didn’t stop the heat from flowing into your house, as you watched the TV while fanning yourself, you heard a loud bang from the neighborhood, realizing the AC had cut out around the entire block. You huffed, and finally got the generator for your AC out of your storage room. You set it up, and finally had your AC back on. You were going to sit back down, but you heard the doorbell ring. Groaning, you got up to answer the door, it was probably one of the silent neighbors who never talks to you, but is always over here to use your AC. You got to the door and opened it, but was shocked to find Jaehyun standing there. He looked like he was exhausted from the heatwave. He was still in the same outfit you saw him in earlier.

    “Hey (Y/n), is it okay if I chill here for a bit, I just got done fixing up my car, and I was going inside to chill, but then the AC cut out, if you say no it’s fine, I understand.” “No, it’s okay, you’re not a freeloader, you can stay as long as you need to, come in.” Jaehyun smiled at you showing his deep dimples making you melt.

    He walked inside and was greeted by the cool air that went through your house, he instantly got comfortable as he finally began to cool down. He took a quick glance at your home realizing how nice it looked inside, smiling due to the comfort.

    “Your house is nice.” He commented while turning around.” “Thank you.” You smile. You both don’t say anything making it awkward as you two just stand there. “Do you want to take a shower?” You ask. “Do I smell?” He jokes. “No! No! It’s just t-that I figured y-you were h-hot and sw-sweaty so I assumed y-you wanted a shower.” You stammer. “(Y/n), I’m only joking, I would love a shower.” Jaehyun replied. “Oh.” You sigh with fake laughing. “I’ll show you up, follow me.” As you both walked up the stairs you couldn’t help but think about him joking to you like that. Obviously your crush was more than just a casual one. You definitely needed to tighten up, and not act so scared to be near him.

    “Here we are.” You say opening the bathroom door up. He looked at the guest bathroom and smiled. “This will do perfectly, thank you (Y/n), you’re a great neighbor.” He smiles. Yeah, it seems all I’ll ever be is a neighbor to him. “I’ll leave you to shower, towels are in the closet across the hall.” You say. “Or you could stay?” He said in more of a question. “You’re joking right?” “Y-yeah, only a joke.” He says rubbing the back of his head, and looking down. You smile before walking out and closing the door.

    As you walked away, you heard the sound of the water finally start in the bathroom. Sighing to yourself, you walked into your bedroom, jumping on the bed, you laid there, contemplating your thoughts. Soon enough, you decided to call your best friend, she could probably help with all the questionable thoughts you were having.

    “Hey, (Y/n)! What’s up?” Your best friend asked. “I’m having a huge dilemma.” You told her. “Why what’s wrong?” She asked. “Jaehyun is here and I don’t know what to do.” She squealed. “You mean the hot, tall, deep dimpled guy that lives next door!?” “Yes!” “Ahh!” She screamed. “Ow!” You exclaimed when her yell rung in your ear. “Sorry, I’m just excited for you.” “How so?” “Well, this is one of the only guys that can get miss (Y/n) (L/n) to look their way when you’re in the area, and plus, did I even mention that he was hot!?” She said. “Yes, multiple times actually.” “Sorry.” She giggled. “No problem, it’s just that I don’t know what to do, he’s in here taking a shower and I-” “Hold up, he’s in your shower?” “Yes!” You exclaimed. “Oh, this is serious, okay, okay, once he’s done, don’t let him leave, try to chill with him, but don’t make it seem to obvious that you are interested in him, don’t be clingy, and start with small talk. You’ll be fine.” She reassured. “Thank you.” You said. “No problem bestie.”

    All of a sudden, you heard a thump against the wall, and you were curious as to what it was. “I’ll call you back.” You said before hanging up the phone. As soon as you opened the door, you witnessed a damp Jaehyun standing there with nothing but a towel on, making you shield your eyes.

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to see you like this!” You yelled. “You’re apologizing in your own house, and I also have a towel on (Y/n).” He chuckled. “Oh yeah, I forgot.” You giggled. “I just needed to find a towel, and I guess you couldn’t here me call your name to bring me some, so I just walked out here and found the towel closet.” He explained. The fact that he walked out naked, and the thought of him naked in your closet made your ovaries explode with need.

    “Anyways, I found the towels, and I will be in the bathroom if you need me.” He smirks before walking away. You were about to walk back to your room until you realized that Jaehyun’s phone laid on the floor next to the towel closet, you picked up his phone and went to the bathroom door. You knocked on the door before Jaehyun opened the door, and not only pulled you in, but kissed you on the lips passionately as your body was dragged into the bathroom.

    “Jaehyun, what the hell!?” You questioned. “I knew you were into me, the moment you first met me!” He pointed out. “Psh, who told you that?” You asked, your eyes slightly shifting. “I just knew, the way you would look at me, how you would get flustered anytime I was shirtless, and besides, you really shouldn’t talk about people when you’re on speaker when the person is in the same house as you.” Your eyes went wide, it all made sense as to the noise outside, Jaehyun wasn’t getting a towel, he was eavesdropping to see what you and your best friend were saying.

    “Hey, that was an invasion of privacy!” You exclaim. “Yeah, but if I didn’t invade, I wouldn’t have known that you were that into me.” He said as he moved closer to you. He lifted your head up, your chin between his fingers. “God, you don’t even know what I want to do to you.” He groaned. Jaehyun picked up your hand, and placed it against the bulge in his towel causing you to gasp. “You feel that gorgeous? That’s what you do to me.” He removed his hand from yours that was still placed on his towel covered bulge. “Don’t be shy baby, I won’t bite.” He smirks. You squeeze his bulge slightly before moving your hand up and down causing Jaehyun to groan. He removed your hand before picking you up and setting you down next to the bathroom sink before making out with you again. The scenario made you think of a super hot sex scene, Jaehyun in nothing but a towel, you in a hot short set while you two made out in a steamy bathroom, it would be a lie if someone wasn’t turned on at how you two were so intimate.

    “I wanna fuck you.” He moaned against your lips. “I want you fuck me too.” His lips trailed down to your neck peppering wet kisses on it making you whimper. His hands moved up to your breasts fondling with them through your top, his hands felt nice, but you were looking for some more skin to skin contact. He moved his hands down to the hem of your top before looking you in the eyes as a way of consent. With the nod of your head, Jaehyun removed your top, your chest now exposed.

    “You look gorgeous.” He said. “Thank you.” You replied shyly. He began to pull down your matching shorts making you shy, hiding your smile as his fingertips tickled your hips. You lifted yourself from the counter as he attempted to move the shorts down your legs along with your underwear, you were now completely naked in front of him, his eyes staring your body down as he licked his lips.

    “I knew I had a hot neighbor, but you’re body is amazing.” Jaehyun complimented. You smiled before pulling him down and kissing his lips. Your hands moved to his waist feeling the damp skin above his towel, you attempted to unravel his towel when his hands stopped you from doing so. “I can’t keep my towel on in peace?” He joked. “Not when I’m naked.” You giggle. “Please, you don’t want to see my dick just yet…I don’t want to scare you off.” He implied making you shudder.

    “Spread your legs.” He commanded. You opened your legs showing him your glistening core, Jaehyun’s eyes automatically wandering to your core. With his hand on your thigh, he slowly moved it down towards your core, fingers dancing around your entrance, before he finally pushed one finger in, trying to stretch you out.

    You whimpered at his touch, as his middle finger went in and out of you slowly. “You’re so wet.” He stated. Too focused on how his finger moved in and out of you, you gave him a small nod as a gesture. He understood what you meant as pleasure began to take over your body. He then inserted a second finger, this time picking up the pace as well, his fingers began to thrust into you, stretching you out getting you ready for his cock, he also took the opportunity to move his thumb up to your sensitive nub, making you cry out in pleasure.

    “Oh, Jaehyun!” You moaned. “You take my fingers so well (Y/n).” He replied. Your name rolled off of his tongue like honey, his deep voice gave you an eargasm for sure. He inserted his third and final finger, and your body jolted on the bathroom sink. Automatically reaching for his damp hair, trying to hold on to something as he fucked you hard with his fingers. His thumb never stopped either, the harsh rubs on your clit was enough to throw you over the edge. Your body shook as you released on his fingers you felt like you were in heaven. You pulled on his hair as his fingers never stopped until you calmed down from your release, once he did, he pulled them out of you and immediately put them in his mouth humming at the satisfying taste.

    Your eyes had immediately closed as you were trying to regain yourself back to reality, your hot neighbor had just fingered you. All of a sudden, you felt something hit your clit making you jolt, you looked down and you were awestruck at what you saw. Jaehyun’s cock.

    “It’s so big.” You stated. This man was definitely packing, not only did it have length, it had girth, a few veins on the shaft and it throbbed with need to be stuffed inside you. “Will it fit?” You asked. “Well with the way you took my fingers, I’m sure this won’t be an issue.” Jaehyun reassured. He lined it up with your entrance, ready to insert himself, you gulped as you looked down, not fully ready for the pain, and finally he eased in, and it stung like a bitch.

    “Fuck!” You winced in pain. Jaehyun moved towards you, holding your hand and kissing it as the tip of his cock pushed into you. “Are you okay baby? Do you want me to stop?” He asked calmly, breath shaking at your tightness. “N-no, just keep pushing in, I’ll be fine.” You replied. Jaehyun kissed your cheek before moving his dick in some more, with the small cries and Jaehyun pants, it was very obvious that you needed a little time to adjust. Even your pussy gripped Jaehyun like a vice while he waited.

    “Even though this is not the best time to say it, you’re really tight (Y/n).” He panted. “No, you’re just big.” You giggled. Finally after moments of waiting, the pain subsided, turning into small amounts of pleasure. “Jaehyun…move.” Jaehyun nodded his head as he began to thrust in slowly, his lips coming down to kiss yours. His hands gripped your waist feeling the wet steam coming from the mirror you had your back on for the time being. His thrusts were slow and deep, taking his time with you, he felt really good.

    He began to pick up his pace, as you wrapped your legs around his waist shamelessly, drawing him in closer as he pounded into you. “Jaehyun you feel so good!” You moaned. “You too, I told you it would fit.” He panted. His hands now came down to your thighs, fingertips grazing the connection between where your thighs met with the damp counter. Jaehyun moved his hands underneath your thighs before picking you up, your arms wrapping around his waist immediately.

    He began to fuck you as you held onto him like a monkey, trying to showcase his strength, this position making you feel every inch of him as he fucked you dumb, but not dumb enough because an idea had quickly popped up into your head.

    “Wait Jaehyun, I’ve got an idea.” You said. He slowed down his thrusts, making you whine at the loss of speed. “Take me to the shower door.” You commanded. He nodded his head as he walked towards the shower, you moved one hand from his neck and closed your thighs tighter not wanting to fall. You opened the glass door, and turned on the shower, warm water beginning to cascade down your arm. “Fuck me in the shower, please.” You whined. “I thought you’d never ask.” Jaehyun smirked as he stepped in while you closed the door behind him, still attached to his waist. He moved your bodies close enough to where your bodies connected with the water. He started to thrust into you again, the water seemingly made the entire situation more appealing.

    “Ahh, this feels so good.” You moaned clenching down on his cock. “I’m glad I’m making you feel good, does it feel nice to be stuffed full (Y/n), making your little pussy take all of my cock?” He said, thrusts getting faster. You nodded your head, the pleasure taking away your ability to speak. “Use your words.” “Yes! Yes, I love being stuffed full.” You moaned. You body began to convulse on Jaehyun, you were close to your release. Jaehyun felt how hard you clenched on him and he knew so too.

    “Are you gonna cum (Y/n)?” “Yes, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.” You whimpered. “Go ahead and come on my cock (Y/n), let go.” He replied. Finally, you came, body shaking in Jaehyun’s arms as you came around his dick, you let out a small squeal as you did so, your moans echoing off the bathroom and shower walls, you arms never leaving Jaehyun’s as you pulled him in tighter. Jaehyun felt the way your pussy clenched on him, and because of that, Jaehyun short pants turned into louder moans as he came into you, you milked him for every last drop he had, his face looked so beautiful as he came, water cascading down to his body as he rode out his high, it was definitely a great scene to see right now.

    After you both calmed down, Jaehyun slowly put you down, legs wobbling as you tried to regain your balance. He noticed this and picked you back up in his arms again before turning off the water, he walked out of the shower, still carrying you, picked up his towel and walked out of the bathroom taking you to the towel closet. He opened the door and grabbed another towel for you before taking you to your bedroom and placed you down on your bed.

    “Thank you, I may have to take a day off to rest while regain strength in my legs.” You giggled. “I know, I’m sorry if I was too rough on you.” He replied. “Nope, you were perfect.” You said kissing his cheek. “Where’s your closet?” He asked. “Right there, there should be a few oversized shirts in there to the right.” You pointed out. He walked over and opened the closet grabbing a purple oversized shirt. “Is this okay?” He asked. “Perfect.” He gave you your oversized shirt and you put it on, then you reached over to your underwear drawer and grabbed a pair of undies to put on.

    “If you want, you can stay here for awhile until the guy comes and fixes everyone’s AC.” You suggested as Jaehyun put on his clothes, once he finished, Jaehyun bent down and kissed your lips, as you sat on your bed. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

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  • ncteaxhoe
    24.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    study session //

    when a study session with the class nerd and also your boyfriend, turns into a different kind of session.

    pairing: jung jaehyun x female reader
    genres and tropes: college au, established relationship, smut, pwp, literally just filth
    warnings: 18+, profanities, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, choking, spanking, dom! jaehyun, daddy kink, slight rimming
    word count: 2.2k

    a/n: some jaehyun filth because it just happened that way lmao. feedback is appreciated <3

    You absolutely hated studying for tests. Your relationship with studying hung on loose threads. It was a struggle, but somehow you managed to score to get you through the semester. And ofcourse, your boyfriend's constant nagging. Dating the class nerd had its cons and you had to come to accept them. Even though you loved Jaehyun, he could be very anal about studies and you were literally the opposite.

    Guess that's why they say "opposites attract".

    Jaehyun and you had never really talked before you both were assigned a project together in the first semester of college. You just knew him as the quiet shy kid in your class, who earned high grades. Let's just say during the project, you had discovered that this class nerd was a freak in the sheets.

    It wasn't long before you actually fell for the man and started dating him. Even though his personality was a total three-sixty degree turn on yours, you got along well. You slowly discovered that he was a rather loving person. And he was so sweet and considerate, that he always offered helping you with your studies.

    Well, today was just another day of Jaehyun and you trying to study for your upcoming quarterly tests. But you were clearly distracted. Your eyes were barely on the books in front of you, instead you watched your boyfriend scribble down in his notebook. His eyebrows furrowed and lower lip pulled in between his teeth in concentration.

    Damn, did he look hot while studying.

    It wasn't long before Jaehyun looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. Oh, you knew that look very well, anytime soon he was gonna start nagging. But before he could even say a word, you started whining. Jaehyun's eyes followed your actions as you put your notebook away and closed the flap of your laptop, proceeding to get out of the rolly chair.

    He was sitting on his bed with a small bed-table. "Jae, I'm bored," you whined as you laid down on the bed, and he just sighed at your antics. He perfectly knew when you didn’t want to study and would do anything to procrastinate.

    "No, we only have a week for this."

    "A whole week! It's not even that much content." You gave him a pout, knowing he couldn't resist your cuteness so much. In turn, he reached and pinched your cheeks.

    "Baby, I will get mad now," he said in a sing song tone.

    "Ooo, is daddy gonna spank me?" You turned over on your stomach, propping your head up on your hands, your legs swinging behind you. You smirked at him, feeling mischievous.

    "I-" Jaehyun's jaw dropped at your words. You knew what it did to him when you indulged in his daddy kink.

    "Why is daddy too busy to punish his baby?" You feigned a sad pout and snaked one of your hand on Jaehyun's thigh. Your boyfriend closed his eyes, as your hand went higher and higher. Just as you were about to go to his crotch, he held your wrist. You looked up at him so see his gaze darken by the second.

    "I'm warning you baby," he said in a strained voice, clearly holding himself back. You eyed his grey sweatpants, already showing his erection. He was already riled up and you wouldn't want to leave your boyfriend hanging like this. You arched your back, making your ass more curvy in those tight shorts.

    You put a finger inside your mouth, sucking on it, knowing how much weak Jaehyun was for that. You let go of your finger with a pop. "Then spank me daddy." You winked.

    "What am I gonna do with you, my dirty baby?" he grunted as he let go of your wrist and put the bed-table down. You giggled in triumph as Jaehyun removed his tshirt and quickly rolled you over, getting on top of you. You smirked at him as he held himself up on his arms, putting your arms around his neck.

    "You played a very dangerous game baby," Jaehyun's expressions mirrored yours. "Now you take what I give, understood?" Before you could even reply to him, he crashes his mouth on yours, tongue first. He knew you liked it sloppy. Jaehyun's lips always felt so soft against yours, you loved the feeling. His tongue licked inside your mouth and tangled with yours, proceeding to suck on it.

    Jaehyun's one hand groped and kneaded your breasts on top of your tshirt, making you moan in surprise in his mouth when he pinched a hardened nipple. Breaking the kiss for air, he started kissing your and moved to your neck while his hands slid under the hem of of your tshirt and skimmed on your sides. You let out a sigh when he kissed that sweet spot, slightly sucking on it and moving his tongue on it. "Jae," you couldn't help but moan. These times when he started off too soft than usual, you knew he was gonna fuck your brains out after this, and your panties just got even more wet at the thought of him roughly fucking you. "Want my cock huh? Want me to fuck you dumb?" he said as if he read your thoughts.

    "Yes yes please daddy. Want your cock sooo bad." You spread your legs, accomodating him inbetween. You moaned when he grinded his hips into yours, you could feel his hardening length pressing against your core through the thin layers. And oh this man was definitely freeballing inside his sweats because you could feel a little too much of him. You quickly slid a hand inside his waistband and as soon your hand met his bare cock, your suspicions were confirmed. Jaehyun groaned against your collabone when you squeezed him, "You're so impatient baby." Gathering the pre-cum on his tip, you started spreading it, giving you enough slick for jerking him to get dick fully hard.

    "Fuck," he breathed out and started thrusting his hips into your fist, but he definitely did not want to cum like that. So he pulled away from you effectively making your hand come out of his pants. "Gonna fuck you now baby, you've made me impatient now."

    "Then fuck me daddy, fuck me hard." You spread your legs fully, emphasizing your words by your actions, and smiled at Jaehyun. Fuck, if only he could have this picture forever embedded in his mind. He hooked his fingers on your shorts and pulled them down, leaving your panties on. He smirked as he noticed the wet patch, fingers quickly coming to rub your clothed pussy. "So fucking wet already baby," he chuckled. You bucked your hips onto his hands as he pressed on your clit. But then he stopped. You let out a yelp of surprise as he suddenly flipped your postions, making you straddle him.

    You wasted no time in pulling down his pants just enough so his thick cock could spring free, almost salivating at how huge and fat it was, now at its full hardness. Jaehyun was hung as fuck, totally huge and fat, and even though he stretched you out a lot everytime, you were definitely not complaining. Because damn he reached places no other man ever could, and this man definitely knew how to use his cock to its full extent.

    "Are you gonna keep staring at my dick or what?" Jaehyun made your cheeks feel hot despite all the heat running through your body at that moment.

    "Oh shut up," you grumbled, but that was such a wrong move, because his right hand harshly came in contact with your ass immediately.

    "Is that how you're gonna talk to daddy?" Another hit, making you whimper, but drip just even more. "Just ride me like the stupid slut you are," he chuckled darkly and hit you one more time, just hard enough how you liked it.

    "Y-yes daddy." You pushed your panties to the side and held up Jaehyun's cock at the base, lining it up with your entrance. You both let out moans when you slowly sat down on his cock. His fat cock stretched you so much. You could feel all the veins and ridges on his cock.

    "Fuck baby, how are you so fucking tight? I should fuck you more." You just whimpered and moaned at his words, your walls clenching around his dick. You started rolling your hips, getting into a rhythm and then slowly started fucking yourself on his cock, bouncing up and down. Jaehyun licked his lips as he watched you with hooded eyes, your head thrown back in pleasure, as you took leverage on his thighs. Jaehyun's hand slid your tshirt up and pulled your bra down just enough so that your boobs would spill out.

    "You look so dirty and beautiful like this baby, bouncing on my cock like a whore." He rolled your nipples in his fingers, making you moan even more.

    "I, I love your cock daddy, it feels so good," you said in between moans.

    Jaehyun started meeting your hips upwards, making your pace falter. You leaned in on him, now splaying your hands on his toned abdomen, as he thrusted into you. "Fuck, get on your hands and knees baby."

    Jaehyun spread your ass cheeks, as you got into position, arching your back. Before you knew he had plunged two fingers into you, immediately curling them and finding your sweet spot. You soon felt his tongue on your other hole, sucking on it and pushing his tongue in just a little. Your puckered hole clenched around nothing as the little muscle teased your hole. Your buried your face in yours hands as Jaehyun's other hand started to rub cirlces on your clit. All the stimulations made the knot in your stomach so much more tighter.

    And before you knew you were moaning out loudly as your high came crashing down on you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. "Daddy!"

    Before you could even recover from your orgasm, you felt Jaehyun's dick enter your pussy again. Your boyfriend gripped your hips as he started pounding into you, his pace steady right now. The sound of skin slapping along with Jaehyun's moans and your whimpers filled the room.

    "You feel so fucking good baby," he moaned, bending down and peppering kisses on your back. His hand found its way to your throat, while the other snaked across your waist, and he pulled you up, and started fucking into you. His fingers tightened their hold, pressing onto just the side, making you feel lightheaded.

    "Do you like how daddy's fucking you baby?" his deep voice rasped into your ear. You could barely reply and Jaehyun chuckled at that, loving to see you a blabbering mess. "I've fucked you so dumb baby." He let go of you, placing you down gently again, in contrast to what his dick was doing to you. Jaehyun grabbed your hips again, and started thrusting into you hard at a fast pace, his grip on your hips bruising. You came again so easily, clenching tightly around his cock, your vision going white for a second.

    "Daddy, so good," you mumbled, feeling your knees about to give up. Jaehyun did not stop fucking you as your legs straightened out, he just pulled your hips up enough so he could thrust into you easily.

    "Shit, gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he panted out. Your ears perked up at his words. You loved nothing more than sucking off Jaehyun’s thick cock as he orgasmed.

    "Mouth daddy, please."

    You quickly went on your knees on the floor as Jaehyun stood in front of you, his red and leaking cock coated in your juices standing proud on his abdomen. Jaehyun tangled his fingers in your hair as you took him in your mouth. You sucked on the head, rolling your tongue around it, pushing it a little into his slit, earning a moan from him. His grip on your hair tightened as you bobbed your head up and down. Jaehyun pushed on your head now, making you choke and gag around his cock as he pushed it in, tears and spit rolling down as a result. You relaxed your throat and tried to control your breathing as he pushed in completely.

    He stayed there for a few moments before starting to thrust. His pubes tickled your face as he kept your head in place. You swallowed around him, making it his last straw.

    "Fuck fuck baby, fuck," he let out a guttural moan as his cock sputtered hot cum down your throat. He let go of you as he was cumming, making some of it stay on your tongue.

    Jaehyun looked at you as you let go of his cock and showed him his cum on your tongue, proceeding to swallow it.

    "Such a good slut for me." He leaned down and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue.

    After you both cleaned up in the bathroom and you came back to the bed, you threw yourself on it, totally exhausted from your previous endeavours. But Jaehyun was quick to pull you up again by the arms and you whined in protest.

    "Who said taking my cum down your throat would be a free pass to not study after?" You hit him on the chest, embarrassed a little at his brazen choice of words, even though you indeed did have his dick in your mouth moments ago.

    "Fuck you."

    "Again?"

    -inna🌻

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  • chaerincore
    24.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    ALL MEMBERS: changes

    AJ → vocal (both singing & rap) claim is now han of stray kids. face claim is still yanan of pentagon.

    HYEWON → face claim is now saerom of fromis_9, vocal (singing) claim is now jeongyeon of twice.

    EUNWOO → no changes! his vocal claim is still keeho of p1harmony & his face claim is still kino of pentagon.

    SAKURA → vocal claim is now jihyo of twice. face claim is still jiwon of fromis_9.

    taglist: @skzfairies @enhycloud @m00niesk7 [send me a request in my asks to join!]

    up next: CORE4’s past & future relationships: exes, enemies, lovers, hookups, fallouts, etc!

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  • 127cloud
    24.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    [21:49]

    pairing: jaehyun x reader

    word count: 2.3k

    genre: smut, angst, fluff (if you squint)

    “Where the fuck where you?!” Was the angry question you were bombarded with the moment you stepped foot into the house.

    The first thing you wanted to know was how the hell he found out so fast, before you assumed that someone must have told him or maybe he saw you, who knows. Either way, this was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him upset. You wanted him hurt, no, crushed, just the way you felt the moment you saw him out and about with slutty his ex-girlfriend who he swore he had no more feelings for. It didn’t bother you the last time you saw them together, only because you knew your jealously was getting the better of you. It was making you see things that weren’t even really there, but this time it was undeniably real. You knew what you had seen, there was no way you could misinterpret it.

    You didn’t say anything back to him though, only glaring at him, but you didn’t respond, knowing he’d hate it. After slamming the front door shut as hard as humanly possible, you stormed past him, taking your jacket off in the process and throwing it some where. “Wait a second, don’t you fucking dare walk away from me Y/N.” Jaehyun warned, his tone lowering a bit, but still sounding as alarming and dangerous.

    Ignoring him again, you walked straight past him, giving him the silent treatment as you walked up the stairs that led to your shared bedroom, shaking your head slightly as you listened to him continue to call for you… well, your bedroom now. You had a feeling he’d most definitely be spending the next few dozen nights on the couch. That is, if he was smart not to leave, knowing better than anyone that you would change the locks so fast his head would spin. Especially with you being this mad at him. He swore this would never happen. He promised.  “Y/N,” He groaned as you listened to his feet stomp up the stairs right after yours, “Y/N!“

    You were drastically close to locking the bedroom door, but Jaehyun got to it first, throwing it aside, staring at you with angry eyes. You could literally see pain, fury and jealousy seething from him and it was then that you absolutely knew… He saw you. “What the fuck did you think you were doing tonight?” He growled through gritted teeth and an equally tight jaw.

    “I could ask you the same fucking question.” You snapped back, rolling your eyes at him. You hadn’t done anything wrong. All you did was have dinner with Seokmin, what he did was so much worse. He was way too touchy with his ex-girlfriend and you could still see the pictures in your mind.

    “Don’t you dare give me attitude, Y/N.” He hissed, closing in on you as you stood your ground but you didn’t flinch at all. You weren’t afraid of him, knowing he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you.

    “Why? What the fuck are you gonna do if I don’t stop? Huh?” You asked loudly, your voice raising with your temper, but before you could even get so much as another word out, he shoved you against the nearest wall with so much force that you nearly stumbled and trapped you there with his hands on either side of your body. But he still didn’t scare you — heck, he couldn’t even if he tried.

    “I said shut the fuck up!” He yelled, his face flushing slightly as his anger began rising along with yours, “Shut up for one minute so I can explain my side of the fucking story!“ Fuming just like he was, you shoved away from you just as forcefully. You weren’t alright with him talking to you that way, especially after what he did.

    ”Your side of the story is bullshit!” You shouted at him, “Do you think I’m an fucking idiot, Jae? I saw the way you two were acting around each other, they way you were all over each other, they way you would fucking look at her.” He didn’t react, he merely kept his mouth shut, although his expression never changed. ”HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, the tears rimming your eyes finally slipping out of the corners as you shoved him, ”HUH?”

    “Oh, yeah, and seeing you out with my fucking best friend makes me feel amazing,” he hissed, his voice loud, but not as loud as yours had been. There was a brief minute in between all of the chaos, where all that was heard was your rapid and heavy breaths, and all you did was stare at each other angrily. That was before he spoke again, a lot more softer than before, “Baby, do you actually think I look at her the way I look at you? Or that she can even compare?” he questioned, his voice trying to soften up along with his features, but you weren’t going to let it.

    “Cut the romantic shit, Jaehyun. I know what you were doing, I caught you fucking red-handed.” You snarled, burning holes into his skull with your angry glare.

    Noticing his jaw flex and loosen a few times through his annoyance, he finally lunged at you, pinning you up against the wall again as you groaned in displeasure, trying to twist your wrist out of his grasp that was slowly getting tighter and tighter. “No, seriously. Do you really think I would do that to you?” he inquired, his tone still cold and demanding as his hands started to shake slightly with the force of his grip.

    “Jaehyun,” you groaned, still trying to pull away from him. “Quit. I’m not in the fucking mood.”

    ”I’m not playing with you, I’m serious. You mean everything to me, Y/N,” he stated softly, before pressing his entire body flush against yours. You didn’t mean to, but in that instant, you let a little, ’yeah, right,’ slip from your mouth and that did it.

    He instantly smashed his mouth against yours with a bruising force, his hands still lingering at your bound wrists that he had moved above your head. Groaning into the kiss, you tried turning your head, but just as you pulled away and got some air, his hands let go of your wrists and trapped your face between them instead before bringing your lips against his again, somehow trying to make you feel what he felt.  You tried to push him away from you by his shoulders as soon as you felt his tongue desperately prying at your lips, but he just wrapped one arm around your head and wrapped the other arm around your waist to keep you there, pressing you firmly against his strong frame, making you sigh into the kiss. No matter how furious and angry you were, you just gave in anyway, like you always do, it was almost like he had some kind of power over you. You let his tongue tangle with yours as his still forceful mouth caused yours to feel slightly swollen.

    When he felt satisfied that he had finally gotten what he wanted, he pulled away with a loud smack before turning you around to throw you down on the bed roughly. You tried sitting up, but he came back down you hard before you even had the chance, and you just hated the fact that he always knew what to do to make you forget you were angry. “I hate you,” you moaned as his lips began leaving butterfly kisses all over your body and his hands began tearing at your clothing, ridding you of your dress rather quickly as you just laid there.

    “Stop fucking lying Y/N, you know that’s not true.” He snapped harshly, and you knew you’d hit a nerve with him, but you honestly didn’t care. You did hate him… right now, anyway as you’d probably soften up after some time to think. You watched him hold the short, slightly revealing dress up in front of him as he scoffed loudly, “Why would you wear this?” He questioned, the tone in his voice making him sound more angry than before.

    “Because you always said it was your favourite,” you whispered from underneath him with a smirk, not caring that you were being a little insensitive. He shouldn’t have done what he did. Whatever the motives behind your words were, that did it. He groaned, quickly throwing the dress aside before continuing to pull your bra and underwear off. You slightly frowned as he took the last of it off and you were finally naked before him again, his eyes ranking over your exposed body shamelessly. “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier.

    “Shut up!” He barked again and you listened, but not because he told you to, only because you couldn’t think of anything to shoot back. “I’m gonna get you to take that back,” he said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. He didn’t even bother taking the rest of his clothes off, he just pulled his dick out of his boxers and jeans, letting you see that he was already hard and ready. Stroking himself a few times, his rough fingers pulled at his shaft until you watched precum collect on his slit and he stopped himself with a pleasured sigh just before lining himself up and shoving his entire cock inside of you.

    You both whimpered and groaned loudly in unison before he started pumping, quickly finding a fast pace. You moaned hesitantly, trying to keep each and every one of them in to show him how mad you were, but that didn’t really work. Every moan just kept topping the last and soon you were withering beneath him as he drilled you into the bed.

    You kept your hands attached to the bed, afraid to let go seeing as they’d probably just drift towards his hips as they worked against yours and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But soon, you felt your anger fading away and you could only feel pure pleasure as each of his thrusts made you feel better. “Take. It. B..back.” Jaehyun begged as he let out a moan, enunciating each of his words with a bed shaking thrust. You shook your head and proceeded in keeping your mouth shut as he just moved faster, knowing you were almost there.

    Feeling his mouth dip down to your chest, you let out a whimper as he began devouring all of the skin there was to reach before licking a trail up to your neck where he began to bite and suck roughly. “Ah…fuck,” you moaned as he found your sweet spot, but quickly closed your mouth before a loud sigh in the form of his name could escape. You began grinding your hips opposite of his and he moaned louder as he sat up and held your hips in place to quicken his pace even more.

    Finally, you felt your anger reside permanently as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist and you watched him crack a small smile for a split second, knowing he had finally won, before your orgasm started. He hissed in pleasure as he felt you tightening around him, bringing his lips down to your ear and lightly biting your earlobe. “Take it-oh, fuuuuck…baby, take it back,” he moaned loudly, causing chills to run up and down your spine.

    “I…I love you,” you gasped, feeling his sly fingers starting to rub circles at your clit to help you along, “God, I love you, Jaehyun.”

    He let out a long moan and it wasn’t long before his rubbing and thrusting had gotten sloppy, then at the very last second, he released and pulsed inside of you while groaning. After his muscles spasmed violently, he buried his face in your neck as he breathed deep, relishing in the feeling of his post orgasmic high. You laid in silence for a few minutes while your arms lazily draped themselves around his neck, ”I’m sorry.” You whispered, burying your face in his sweaty hair.

    Placing a few soft pecks against the heated skin of your neck and collarbone, he pulled away to look at you. “Y/N, you know you mean everything to me…” He repeated himself, only this time it was in a much softer tone, almost as if he was whispering along with you, “Why would you even say something like that to me?” He questioned, mentioning your little ’I-hate-you’s.

    Seeing the hurt in his eyes, you immediately felt bad for those already. “I didn’t mean it, I just…seeing you with her,” you started with a sigh, running your fingers along his forehead, “It hurt just as bad as when you saw me with Seokm-”

    ”It didn’t bother you before though.” He interjected quickly, nearly cutting you off before you even had a chance to get his friend’s whole first name out.

    You sighed again. “True, but last time you two weren’t all over each other.” You muttered, your eyes averting from his.

    You could just feel his expression soften under your fingertips, “Baby, her boyfriend broke up with her, she needed me… and she is still my friend. I’m so sorry, I guess I didn’t realize it would be so hard on you.”

    You nodded in understanding as you turned your attention back to his gaze, ”Seokmin and I are just friends.” You muttered, telling him what he should have already known. “You should know that. Like I’d even be able to cheat on you.”

    He cracked yet another smile before nodding in understanding, pushing his face back into your neck and tightening his grip around your waist before placing more kisses against your skin. ”I love you, baby.” He whispered.

    You smiled and placed a kiss into his hair before running your fingers through it, “I love you too, Jae.”

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  • noonaishere
    24.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    Work of Art [J.JH] - sixty-seven | swell

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    #jaehyun#jeong jaehyun#jung jaehyun#nct 127 #nct 127 smau #nct 127 fic #nct 127 au #nct smau#nct fic#nct au#college au #nct fake texts #nct fake chats #nct writing#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun scenarios#boyfriend jaehyun#college jaehyun#part 67 #note the different smilies Jaehyun uses as he responds lol #that's some Jane Austen-level subtlety right there lool #I'm kidding #but it's a small look into his feelings of the people around him #the first one is more for Luna than anyone else; to be clear
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