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dearly-somber · 15 days ago

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tomorrows with you | m.jh

-> pairing. ex-idol!myung jaehyun x female!reader

-> genre. dystopian/post-apocalyptic!au, angst, fluff, s2f2l, (mutual) pining, eventual romance, suggestive near the end

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 5369

-> warnings. gun-violence (esp. at the start of the fic), injury (non-gruesome/ life threatening); very vague worldbuilding; non-idol!Jungkook has been used as a stand-in for Jaehyun’s older brother <3

-> a/n. So, yeah. This fic’s working title was “dystopian!au w/ m.jh”, and then I suddenly got a title idea 🤡. Also, this fic was partially inspired by Civil War (2023). Decent movie, though I’d give a hard tw for anyone with war or gun-related PTSD. Please watch at your discretion <3

-> bnd ficlets, oneshots and series m.list

-> started. May 31st, 2024 @ 20:49

-> fin. Sun., Oct. 13th, 2024 @ 22:06

-> edited. Mon., Oct. 14th, 2024 @ 17:59

-> divider credit. @fairytopea

You dash breathlessly into the large company building, your shoes squeaking against the tile as you hurriedly push through the heavy glass door.

Your chest heaves as you clumsily jump ID-regulated turning-gates, yelping as your knees buckle when another poorly aimed shot whizzes past your shoulder.

You don’t stop to face your pursuers, amping up your speed and making a mad dash for the elevator at the end of the hallway.

You scream at another shot, this time more from the pain of the bullet grazing your shoulder than fear (though that’s a pretty big factor, too).

Skidding to a stop in the elevator, you aggressively mash the Close Doors button, falling to the floor and sobbing with relief when it finally closes and the thumping of bullets against metal momentarily guarantees your safety.

You press a random floor number, trying to gather yourself and push to your feet despite how wobbly your legs feel. You aren’t looking forward to the shoulder-pain waiting for you once the adrenaline wears off…

The elevator doors ding open and you waste no time jogging down the long and winding hallways, the carpeted floors muting the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of your sneakers.

You push the door at the end of the hall open just as you hear men’s voices yelling orders back whence you came, a wave of anxious sweat cascading down your hairline.

You try to quiet your gasping breaths as you shut the door behind you, rushing to get your sneakers off and in your hands so your footsteps on the polished wooden floors don’t alert anyone.

The mirrors are everywhere.

You try hard not to look at yourself—the tangled, frizzy hair and mad look in your eyes is too much for you to handle right now.

Your heart-rate picks up as you begin hyperventilating, the sound of doors being slammed open heightening your senses tenfold—

You turn to the door hidden around the side of the room before the person behind it has it fully open.

His eyes are wide and fearful, shaky hands raised in front of him at the equally afraid look on your face.

Despite the bite of fear in your chest, your first thought is puppy.

The door to the practice room slams open and your muscles tense all over. Right as the guy carrying the gun raises his weapon to shoot at you—

You throw both of your shoes at him as hard as you can, using all your strength to launch yourself at the boy, letting him grab your hand and run with you at full speed through what you think might be a dressing room.

He leads you confidently through doors and down hallways, never once stopping to look behind him, an iron grip on your hand.

You wonder if he used to work here and hope you’ll live long enough to ask.

He stops so abruptly you slam headfirst into his back; hard enough for him to grunt and stumble forward.

The men ahead of you turn and immediately raise their weapons to shoot—

Your body moves for you and you yank the boy out of the way just as a shot is fired. Your pulse is deafening in your ears as he course-corrects and leads you down a different hall. Panting as the two of you come up on a metal door with a fire-escape sign flashing dimly above it, the boy hurriedly pushes it open and pulls you into the stairwell before shutting the door behind him.

You’re sweating in places you didn’t know you could sweat, and the brief glance you get at the boy’s face before he’s dragging you determinedly down the stairs tells you he’s not faring much better.

“I can’t—” you wheeze, trying to pull away from him as you lean against the railings, tears prickling your eyes and legs shaking with every step you take.

“You can,” the boy pants, tugging you along.

“I can’t—”

“Shut up!” he yells, his grip on your wrist tightening as he shoulders open a different metal door.

You’re wheezing with every step, blood rushing to your head.

Before he can fully turn the corner, a shower of bullets goes flying into the wall, spraying plaster all over the carpets.

“We found ‘em!”

“Go, go, go!” The boy shoves you ahead of him, the two of you running at full speed. You stumble over your feet and he grabs your hand to pull you into another practice room, this one much larger than the first:

Much larger, completely empty, and with nowhere to run.

“This is a dead end—!” you yell, frantically trying to yank your arm out of his iron-grip—if you can get out fast enough you can leave before they catch up—

“Shh,” he quiets you hurriedly as he pushes at a piece of wall that miraculously parts into what you belatedly realize is a hidden closet.

He rushes inside and pulls you in so forcefully you feel an ache in your shoulder, pummeling into his chest and trying to recover from all the running as he flips the panel back and you’re plummeted into darkness.

Your breathing feels heavy and ragged as the two of you stand chest to chest in the small space, your hands shaking as you wait for the group of men to find you.

You try desperately to breathe through your nose as the stranger’s heart beats against your cheek, his chest heaving as he huffs breaths in through his mouth.

Afraid that you might be heard, you reach up to press his mouth shut and tap the side of his nose, shaking your head with a look you hope he understands. Surprisingly, he does, his breath no longer hammering down against the top of your head as he forces himself to breathe through his nose.

The door to the practice room smacks open and the two of you tangibly jump against one another, your shoulders tensing in anticipation.

“Rats,” a male voice hisses. “You fuckers are terrible shots for letting her get away like that.”

“Not our fault the girl moves like a fucking rabbit,” someone else snaps, the sound of his gun shifting against his back sending a shiver down your spine. “Fucking zig-zagging all over the fucking place.”

“Yeah, well, now she’s been picked up by someone who knows his way around. We could’ve gotten her so easy if you’d just aimed—”

Your knees knock together at the men’s conversation, taking another step toward the boy to press the two of you right up against the back of the closet in an effort to distance yourself from the people on the other side of the wall.

The boy’s hands wrap firmly around your forearms (to hold you still or hold you up, you can’t tell).

“Yah!” A deeper voice than before calls. “Stop fucking around and forget the girl. If we catch the guy, he can tell us where the valuables are.”

Your eyes widen fearfully, on the verge of an anxiety attack when you’re caught off guard by the boy in the closet shoving his face into your shoulder (you have to bite on your tongue at the shot of pain that ricochets down your arm), holding you against his chest like his life depends on it.

You try to push him away by his shoulders but come to a standstill when you feel the heat of his tears against your shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers desperately against your shirt, his voice right by your ear.

Too afraid to soothe him verbally, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze.

“Forget it,” the first voice says, the sound of his gun making you hold onto your companion tighter. “They’re not here, Gunwook. Let’s go.”

“He’s right,” the second says. “We need to keep moving.”

Gunwook lets out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.”

You keep your arms tight around the boy as you listen for their retreating footsteps, unable to comfortably relax without being certain that it’s not some sick trick meant to lure you out of hiding.

It feels like hours before the two of you finally leave the closet, loud sighs of relief exiting your lungs when you realize that you’ve survived.

You look across the room at the boy who risked his life to save yours, his eyes glossy with a fresh set of tears…

… and it takes less than a second for you to start crying.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Jaehyun-ah!”

“어?“

“C’mere!”

You’re browsing through the racks of one of the many Everland memorabilia stores, your last stop in the city before you and Jaehyun start the long drive into the countryside.

“What is it?” Jaehyun asks, his boba eyes sparkling curiously. His hair’s gotten a lot longer since you first met: it blankets and curls around the back of his neck in fluffy tufts which make his eyes seem bigger and more puppy-like.

You break into a smile as you take the puppy-ear band from the shelf to stick it atop his head, giggling fondly when you pull back to look at him.

“What,” he deadpans, a small smile pulling defiantly at the corner of his lips. “You think it’s funny?“

You giggle, bowing with the weight of your joy. The faux fur atop his head is nearly the exact same color as his hair. “It looks good!”

He shakes his head with a fond smile, reaching up to take them off but stopping when you whine and hold his wrist.

“Don’t,” you pout.

He makes a move to pull them off again, but you tug his wrist back with another over-exaggerated whine.

He gives in, dropping his hand with a fond but defeated smile. His eyes scan the rack for more headbands and sparkle a little when he spots a certain pair in particular.

He takes it off the rack and places it delicately on your head, tenderly positioning the ears so one is slightly bent before he pulls away with a satisfied smile, petting your hair. “Bunny.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at him as he continues to faff with your hair before eventually letting his hand hang by his side.

“Are you ready to go?”

You look around: plushies lay dirtied and torn on the floor with entire shelves fallen over, glass jars previously filled with sweets strewn broken and empty around the looted tills.

“Yeah.” You choose to focus on Jaehyun’s face rather than the chaos around you. “I’m ready.”

It’s a much nicer sight.

He nods, holding his hand out for you to take before walking with you to where you left the car in a small spot of shade near the entrance.

You let go of Jaehyun’s hand to jog around to the passenger side as he climbs into the driver’s seat, starting the car as you buckle in, briefly turning around to double check that your bags are still sitting nice and snug on the backseats.

Assured that you haven’t lost your limited stash of supplies, you turn back around with a grunt, crossing your arms and leaning back to stare out the window as Jaehyun takes off.

“You don’t need the bathroom, right?”

“No,” you say. “I’ll be fine for the next while, I think.”

He nods, taking one hand off the wheel to reach into the center console. You watch curiously as he pulls out a black case of some sort, holding it out to you with his eyes still fixated on the road.

“What’s this?” you ask, turning it around in your hands and unzipping it while sitting straighter in your chair.

“CDs.”

You look at him with bright eyes. “Really?!”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I found it in one of the drawers in that house we looted last night.”

“And you’re only telling me now?” you gasp, laughing and good-naturedly touching his arm when he shakes his head at you.

“A lot of them were pretty badly scratched,” he explains.

He takes his eyes off the road to make eye contact with you. “I didn’t wanna mention it and then not be able to play it.”

You stare at each other for a moment before he clears his throat again and turns his attention back to the road; always trying to put on a tough act despite being the sweetest person you know.

You smile softly and poke his cheek in thanks, flipping through the CDs until you find the perfect one.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Let’s stop here for the night,” Jaehyun says, apologizing under his breath for accidentally frightening you as he turns into a different lane.

You sit up straighter, trying to calm your startled heart as you stretch your arms and legs.

As Jaehyun pulls into the taxi lane on the side of the road, you notice his eyes drooping and how it takes him longer than usual to park the car.

“You must be exhausted,” you mumble.

Jaehyun pulls on the handbrake, leaning back against his seat with closed eyes and a sigh. “It’s fine.”

“We should’ve rotated.”

“It’s fine, Y/N.”

You sigh, slowly leaning back in your seat. You look out your window at the yellow-orange sky, feeling weirdly nostalgic for the time before.

“Why were you in the building that day?”

“Hm?”

You face Jaehyun expectantly.

He’s adjusted his seat so he’s lying down, his eyes closed and likely on the verge of sleep.

You stare at his side profile since you can’t stare at his eyes, waiting for a response. “The building, on the day we met. Why were you there?”

For a while he says nothing, but eventually he speaks.

“I worked there.”

“Doing what?”

He scoffs, the corner of his lips rising in a half-smile you haven’t seen since you left Everland. “I was an idol.”

“What?!” You sit up straight in your seat, your jaw hanging loose from its hinges.

“Yeah,” he laughs, still with his eyes closed.

You grin. “Were you famous?”

Jaehyun snorts, slowly opening his eyes to give you the full effect of the humored smile on his face. “No, I don’t think so. We were still rookies when the world went to shit.”

“Oh,” you pause… “We?”

Jaehyun’s eyes seem to lose their light almost as quickly as you managed to flick them on, dimming and dimming until they’re back to the defeated muddy-brown you’re used to.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he whispers, staring at a spot past your shoulder with a veiled look.

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and heaves a sigh, laying back down with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest.

“We should get some sleep,” he says.

You nod even though he can’t see, turning onto your side.

But, even after you’ve settled in and settled down, you find yourself struggling to fall asleep. Now that no one is talking and the engine is off, you’re starting to hear a light buzz in your ears, every snap of a twig or rustle of a branch making your heart race.

It’s too quiet without any of the sounds you’ve gotten used to. No sounds of people leaving home to work the night shift, no sounds of dogs barking at police-sirens three blocks away… only the sound of your slow breathing and the wind howling outside your partially open window.

You breathe a shaky sigh and turn your back to the door, ignoring the uncomfortable tug in your stomach at leaving yourself so exposed.

Your eyes are well-adjusted to the dark, so you easily make out Jaehyun’s silhouette. You shuffle closer and release a nervous breath.

“Jaehyun—?”

He wakes with a surprised whine, groaning when he sees it’s just you. He stretches his legs and arches his back off the seat with his eyes half-closed. “Y/N…?”

“Sorry.“ You bite your lip and play with your fingers. “I just… I… can’t sleep.”

Jaehyun stares at you, blinking slowly as he wakes up. You can’t make out what he’s thinking, so you sit in the silence while you wait for him to… to what?

What were you expecting?

You watch dazedly as he suddenly jacks his seat further back, leaning back and holding his palm out to you over the center console.

“Here,” he says.

You look at his hand, then his face, then his hand again.

“Just take it.”

Slowly you take his hand, naturally following his (mostly) non-verbal instructions as he guides you across the center console and into his lap, your legs astride his hips and your hands curled up against his sides.

He tucks your head under his chin. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, aware of each rise and fall of his rib cage as he inhales and exhales against the top of your head.

“Good?” he asks, clasping his hands high enough around the small of your back to be considered respectful, but low enough for it to feel decidedly intimate.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, wondering if your breath against his neck makes his heart beat as fast as his breath against your hair does.

“Thank you,” you whisper, warm all over and already succumbing to sleep.

Jaehyun says nothing. Instead, he presses his lips to the crown of your head, whispering something into your hair you can’t make out, and you fall asleep to the sound of rhythmic breathing and the soft pitter-patter of his heart against yours.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“You know how to jump a fence?” Jaehyun asks skeptically.

“Sure.” You shrug. “How hard can it be?”

Hard enough for you to roll your ankle, apparently.

Jaehyun is crouched in front of you, gently cradling your throbbing ankle in his hands as he shares a concerned look with you from behind his bangs.

You smile through your pain and reach out to touch his hands. “It’s not too bad,” you lie, even though the furrow in his brow tells you he doesn’t buy it. “C’mon, help me up.”

Jaehyun bites his lip as he contemplates, heaving a sigh before he stands and lifts you up. He wraps your arm around his shoulders and his around your waist, patiently guiding you to the grocery store.

How he managed to jump the fence without suffering your same fate remains a mystery.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?”

Jaehyun laughs as he sets you down by the register, fondly shaking his head and grabbing a basket from the front of the store. “I’m gonna grab some stuff and see if they have anything we can wrap around your foot.”

“Let me help.”

“You’re injured.”

“Jaehyun,” you whine.

“Y/N.” He gives you a deadpan look. “You can’t hop around the store. Just… wait here, okay? I won’t be long.”

You pout and cross your arms like a child, reluctantly huffing your agreement. His sympathetic shoulder-touch is enough of a consolation for you not to bitch and moan about it, even though you don’t stop pouting.

You watch from the register as Jaehyun moves through the different aisles, wandering from shelf-to-shelf with a concentrated furrow in his brow.

It’s almost… domestic.

You wonder what coming to the store with him would have been like before the country went to shit, easily slipping into your world-before daydream.

You’d have arrived in his car, probably wearing matching shirts—he seemed like the kind of guy to want to do that, you think. You would’ve walked through the doors holding hands, bowing at the cashier with dopey smiles on your faces... You’d probably argue about which piece of meat you’d want to buy for the upcoming family barbecue, and then, after agreeing to a game of Rock Paper Scissors, Jaehyun would pout and whine when he lost…

“Look what I found!”

You jump, loudly clearing your throat as Jaehyun approaches again holding a thick roll of bandaid in his free hand. He sets a blue basket down and crouches in front of you.

“What were you daydreaming about?” he asks conversationally, gently removing your sock (and apologizing under his breath when you wince away,) so he can start wrapping your foot.

“Nothing,” you deflect a little too quickly, nervously avoiding his gaze when he tries to meet your eyes. “I was just spacing out.”

“Yeah…” he mumbles, totally not believing you.

You clear your throat. “You found a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun briefly glances at the nearly overflowing basket beside him as he finishes up your foot-wrap, groaning a little when he stands. “It might be because we’re so far away from the city. Maybe the people here weren’t as worried about supplies as the rest of us.” He grabs the basket and hoists you up by the waist.

“Maybe,” you agree, hopping along as fast as you can, occasionally taking breaks to lean against Jaehyun until you finally make it back to the car.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” you ask as you buckle in. “I feel like we’ve been driving for years.”

“It’s a little late to ask that now,” he laughs, setting the basket next to and on top of the rest of the supplies you’ve collected in the trunk of the car. “But, yeah, I’m sure. My grandma used to live out this way.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah.” There’s a moment of silence. “We came out once every three or four weeks, I think. She died my freshman year of high school.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, reaching over the center console to squeeze his hand.

Jaehyun shakes his head. When you try to move away, he holds your hand in his lap.

“How about you?” he asks as he clears his throat. “Did you have any family outside the city?”

“Not… really?”

He frowns. “How do you mean?”

“Well,” you start, “my parents are divorced, so I moved to the city with my dad while my mom stayed out in the countryside with her family. I didn’t really see them much, and when I did it wasn’t super pleasant.”

“Ah…” This time Jaehyun squeezes your hand, his thumb rubbing light circles against your knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It is what it is. I don’t even know if any of them are still alive,” you laugh bleakly.

Jaehyun smiles sadly, but says nothing else.

You sigh, leaning back against the chair with closed eyes. “Wake me up when we get there?”

“‘Course.”

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It’s been a crazy couple of hours.

When you got to Jaehyun’s gran’s house (you hadn’t even considered that was where he was taking you), you were met with his family.

His mom, his dad, his older brother… they were all there. You’d watched the reunion mostly from inside the car because Jae’s parents had come out of the house as he was coming around to help you, so you had no idea what words had been exchanged.

They’d all wrapped around each other and when Jaehyun remembered you were still in the car (you’d opened the car door and started maneuvering yourself outside), he jogged to you, his face red and tears still flowing down his cheeks in waves.

“Jaehyun…”

He cried harder at your soft tone, and you pushed yourself to standing so you could wrap a hand around the back of his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as he sniffled and cried. You petted his hair and whispered assurances into his shoulder, telling him that it was okay and they were all safe and you’re finally together again.

“Y/N, darling, is something wrong?”

You snap out of your thoughts, hurriedly bringing the spoonful of chicken soup to your lips to appease the questioning eyes suddenly trained on you.

“The food is great, Mrs. Myung, thank you.” You smile as you bring another spoonful to your lips. Jaehyun is sitting next to you, his smile slowly returning to his face as he looks lovingly at all his family members spread out across the dining room table.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Mrs. Myung waves off, a smile on her face. “I’m just glad you’re finally getting some proper food in you. I can’t believe you guys have been living off of canned beans and raw noodles for the last… god knows how long!” She shook her head with an exaggerated shiver, very motherly, and you laughed awkwardly to dispel the strange tension in your shoulders.

“We’ve been doing our best with what we have,” Jaehyun says, gently so as not to accidentally hurt his mother’s feelings, though you wonder how much he’s told them about your situation. Do they even know how you guys met?

“So,” Jungkook starts. You straighten your back and sit with your hands in your lap, nervously swallowing down your soup. Jaehyun’s older brother is almost nothing like him. He’s tall, has a full sleeve of tattoos, several piercings and hasn’t exactly been the most welcoming presence since their reunion earlier that evening.

“How did you two meet?”

So Jaehyun hadn’t told them everything.

“Oh, uh…” Jaehyun searches your face, probably hesitant to talk about something neither of you had really spoken about since it’s happening. Especially considering the… less-than-ideal circumstances.

You clear your throat. Despite not really wanting to relive any of that, you do want Jaehyun’s family to like you. So you put on what you hope is a friendly smile and tell them about what happened.

“I was being chased by a rogue group,” you say simply, ignoring Jungkook’s sympathetic frown and the widened eyes on his parents’ face. “I don’t know what they were going to do with me, but I ran into Jaehyun’s old company building and he found me and helped me escape.”

“That’s terrible…” Jaehyun’s mom sympathizes, reaching across the table to squeeze her son’s hand. He squeezes it back before pulling away.

“It’s over now.” Jaehyun says, smiling softly at you and reaching under the table to hold your hand.

“What happened to the boys?” Jungkook asks with a concerned frown. “Were you separated?”

Jaehyun’s grip on your hand tightens, his face paling so suddenly you can’t help but worry he’s about to pass out.

Jaehyun swallows and shakes his head.

“Jaehyun—”

He pushes up from the chair hard enough the legs screech against the floors, effectively cutting Jungkook off. “Thank you for the food, Eomma, but Y/N and I should probably get to bed. We’ve had a long day.”

“Jaehyun,” his dad says gently.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

You push out of your chair and fall into Jaehyun’s side, his arm around your shoulder and yours around his waist as he helps you hobble towards what you assume must be the guest bedroom.

You say nothing as he sets you on the side of the bed to remove your socks for you, glossy-eyed and frowning.

You bite your lip nervously, hesitant to say anything that might make him even more upset than he already is, but you have a feeling if you don’t say anything at all, things might turn out even worse, so you clear your throat and start off small.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” you ask, watching him walk around to the other side of the bed.

“Here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun hesitantly sits on the edge of the bed, searching your face for signs of discomfort. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No—I mean, I don’t mind.” You pray he can’t tell how flustered this conversation makes you. “I just… I guess I assumed you’d go to the room with your brother.”

“I don’t…” Jaehyun sighs, raking his fingers through his hair as he sits back against the headboard, your legs touching. “I can’t deal with him right now.”

You bite your lip. “Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Jaehyun looks at you for a bit before shaking his head. “I don’t know. I missed them, of course I did, and I couldn’t be happier that they’re all alive and well and here.”

You carefully cross your legs and turn so your whole body is facing him. “But…?”

He follows suit and turns to face you, grabbing your hands so he can play with your fingers. “But… I just… I can’t deal with it all right now. The whiplash of them being alive, of us being reunited when…”

He inhales sharply, holding your hands a little tighter. “When they’re— they’re not here—”

Jaehyun breaks down, bowing his head as his shoulders shake with tears. Your heart aches for him as you maneuver yourself in a way that lets you get closer to him without putting your ankle at risk, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close.

You pat his back as he cries into your shoulder, eventually pulling away to hold his face and wipe his tears away with your thumbs.

“We got— got separated and they, I don’t know how it happened but they got— got cornered and I didn’t do anything because I— I was frozen and I didn’t do anything and now— and now they’re all dead—”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is!” he sobs, his breath stuttering in his chest as he grips your wrists, holding your hands against his cheeks like they’re his lifeline. “I could’ve done something, I might’ve saved them if only I’d done something—”

“Jaehyun, look at me.”

He makes a noise of a wounded animal, and your heart clenches uncomfortably in your chest as you wipe your thumbs under his eyes. “You couldn’t have saved them in the state you were in. The only thing that would’ve happened is you would’ve died with them—”

“That would’ve been better than this—”

“No. Don’t say that.” You exhale shakily, annoyed at yourself for getting emotional when you’re trying so hard to be strong for him. “If you were dead what would have happened to me, Jaehyun? You wouldn’t have reunited with your family. Don’t say that.”

He whines again, shaking his head. “I just… I miss them,” he sobs, “I miss them so— so much and I wish they could’ve b-been here to meet— to meet you. Woonhakie” — he gasps like he’s out of breath— “Woonhakie would’ve loved you,” he wails, curling in on himself.

You hush him again, fighting back your own tears as you bring him back to your chest. You let him cry it out as you rub comforting circles on his back…

•••

You don’t know how long you both sit there, but when it’s done you’re emotionally exhausted and your foot is aching.

You and Jaehyun lay curled up against each other, closer than you’ve ever been before. Your heart pounds against your chest at the proximity, and you find yourself falling more in love with his scent every time you inhale against his neck.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Those things I said.” He swallows, his thumbs drawing pictures against your shoulders. “I’m glad I got to save you. I—“

“I know,” you assure him quietly, feeling your head get heavier. “They were like family to you. It’s a lot to deal with.”

“Still. I don’t want you to think I regret living.”

You can’t tell if it’s the closeness or mental exhaustion of the last month catching up on you, but whatever it is it gives you enough confidence to turn your head and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I’m glad we stayed alive long enough to know each other.”

He tenses up ever so slightly before nuzzling deeper into your shoulder. “Me too…

“And Y/N?”

“Mm?” you mumble, eyes already closed.

“I think I love you,” he whispers. “I know it’s sudden and maybe it’s not the right time, but I— I’ve actually felt this way for a while but I didn’t want to ruin everything or scare you off, or—“

“Jaehyun-ah.”

He swallows hard. “Mm?”

“I love you too. Now try to get some sleep, will you? Tomorrow’s going to be a really long day.”

Jaehyun stills as he takes in what you said, and then he turns his face into your neck and shakily inhales, holding you tighter than ever before.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“I can’t wait to spend my tomorrows with you.”

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faes-land · 8 months ago

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Day 12 - DoJaeJung

Pairings: DoJaeJung X Female Reader

Genre: Smutty smut smut

Word Count: 2,768

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cuckolding, masturbation (male) Foursome, Oral (male and female receiving), nipple play, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation, it gets messy

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked your boyfriend, Doyoung as he sat in the chair in your shared bedroom. You were in the bed, facing him and trying to read his expression.

He smiled at you, “It was my idea, of course I’m okay with it.” He reassured you before he got up and gave you a quick kiss. You smiled back at your handsome man as he went back to sit in the chair, getting a full view of the sight before him. One that he enjoyed a little too much.

You didn’t know this, but your boyfriend had always fantasized about watching you getting fucked by other men. And tonight, his fantasies were coming true as you sat between none other than Jaehyun and Jungwoo, two of Doyoung’s handsome friends.

When Doyoung had first brought up the idea to you, you thought he was joking. Once you realized how serious he was, you had a feeling that it would happen one way or another. You could never see yourself intimate with another man, but Doyoung could be very convincing. You never expected this would happen, let alone it being two men. You figured it would’ve been one of them, not both.

You turned to look at Jaehyun, whose hand was on your thigh, squeezing every so often. You reached over to cup his cheek in your hand as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Jungwoo was on your other side, taking advantage of your now exposed neck. His plump lips were on your skin in no time and you gasped, pulling away from Jaehyun.

Doyoung could feel himself getting hard as he watched you get kissed and groped by his two friends. He could see how much you enjoyed yourself, which made him happy. As much as he loved being with you, he could never shake this little fantasy of his. When the three of you agreed to it, he was a little too excited.

It felt a little weird to have the other men on you since you were so used to Doyoung, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the attention. Jaehyun and Jungwoo were gorgeous and you were still shocked that they both agreed to this. You never thought you were their type, but it seemed like you were considering how they were all over you. You smiled as both of their lips tickled your skin.

Jungwoo was the first to make more of a move on you, trailing his hand up your leg, inching closer and closer to where you ached for the two men. You moaned when his fingers teased you through your panties and you heard Doyoung’s breathing hitch. In a weird way, you were also enjoying the way Doyoung was getting off on this. Like you wanted to give him a show. Jungwoo had spread your legs a little more so that he could get better access to your center, moving your panties aside and rubbing your clit with his fingers. “Jungwoo!” You moaned when he applied a little bit of pressure.

You felt Jaehyun smirk against your skin as he kept up his kisses on your neck, leaving little nips and bites on your skin. You wanted to be worried about him leaving hickeys, but it felt too damn good for you to stop him. You also figured that Doyoung might have liked seeing them too. Jaehyun’s hands had moved to your breasts, caressing them through your lacy bra. Your back arched at his touch, and he reached behind you to unclip your bra.

The two men pulled away from you so that you could get rid of the unwanted fabric. Once it was gone, they had both pounced on you like hungry wolves. You moaned as they continued where they left off. Except this time, the two of them had latched on to your nipples, teasing and sucking on them. You arched your back again and reveled in the pleasure. Your body had become hot and sensitive from all the touching and teasing, you loved it.

You looked over at Doyoung and you saw that his dick was now hard and straining against his pants. You weren’t sure if part of what he enjoyed about this was his self-discipline or if he was too distracted by watching what was happening in front of him. Either way, you wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself too since he wasn’t the one fucking you tonight. You wanted desperately to be with Doyoung, but you also loved being with Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Jungwoo had now begun to pull your panties down, leaving you completely naked in front of the three men. At first you felt a little shy having all of their eyes on you, but that quickly went away when you heard them sing praises and keep kissing on your body. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” you heard Jaehyun murmur between kisses. His sweet words went straight to your core and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Lay down,” Jaehyun said softly as you readjusted yourself to lay in the middle of the bed. The two men were back on you in an instant, Jungwoo kissing your chest while Jaehyun had settled between your legs. You looked down and Jaehyun’s eyes were on your body, taking in every inch of you as he put your legs around his shoulders.

You moaned loudly when you felt his tongue on your clit. “Fuck!” You hated to admit it, but having another man’s tongue on you was a little too fun. Jaehyun focused on your clit, giving it the attention it deserved. Your hips began to move on their own and you felt Jaehyun hum against you. You moaned loudly and Doyoung couldn’t hold back his own sounds.

You looked over at Doyoung, his erection straining against his pants and he had frustration all over his face. You wanted desperately to ease his frustrations but your body was pinned to the bed. As Jaehyun continued to eat you out, Jungwoo was teasing your nipples, heightening your pleasure. You moaned as your back arched and you squeezed Jaehyun’s hair a little tighter. He moaned into you and the vibrations of his deep voice caused you to buck your hips into his face. He loved it.

Jaehyun continued to lap at your clit, leaving you a moaning mess. Jungwoo’s hands were roaming your body, teasing and pinching areas that were sensitive. Doyoung would always give you plenty of attention and pleasure, but there was something so exciting about having two men cater to you and your body. Especially two men as gorgeous as Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

You soon felt Jaehyun tease your opening with his tongue before he easily slid two fingers inside you. “Fuck!” You moaned when his long fingers teased your inner walls. You could barely catch your breath as Jaehyun moved them slowly inside you. Your legs had almost closed around Jaehyun’s head and you felt him smirk against you before he used his free hand to open your legs.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You nodded frantically, just wanting Jaehyun to continue what he was doing to you. You couldn’t speak, all you could do was whimper at the man between your legs. “Use your words, pretty girl,” he teased, pissing you off. But you secretly liked it.

“I-it feels so good, Jaehyun,” you studdered out. His tongue was doing wonders on you and you could hardly think straight. He was so different from how Doyoung would do it and you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. With the added stimulation of Jungwoo’s hands on your breasts, you felt like you could come at any moment.

“So pretty,” you heard Jungwoo mumble before he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled up at the handsome boy before you felt Jaehyun’s fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside you. You moaned loudly at the new feeling. Jaehyun felt you clench around his fingers, anticipating your orgasm. “You gonna come for him, sweetheart?” Jungwoo said, noticing how your breathing had changed.

You looked over at Doyoung, who was now rubbing himself through his pants. Your eyes had shut when you felt your orgasm take over your entire body. Jaehyun’s tongue, Jungwoo’s light touches and Doyoung’s eyes on you had heightened everything for you. You were enjoying yourself a little too much. You could hardly make a sound as Jaehyun worked you through your orgasm, his tongue slowing down and savoring every bit of you. He groaned when your legs closed around his head. Jungwoo had leaned down to give you another kiss, his sweet lips drinking in your moans.

When Jaehyun had pulled away from you, you felt so empty. But, that emptiness didn’t last very long when Jaehyun and Jungwoo had switched positions and Jungwoo was now removing his clothes. He kept his eyes on you as he took your legs in his hands and put them around his slim waist. You felt him line his tip up at your entrance, and you quickly became aroused again. You looked at the pretty boy between your legs and you were very excited to see how he would please you.

You heard Doyoung unzip his pants and you turned to him. He smiled at you before he looked over at Jungwoo, “she’s all yours,”

Your breathing hitched when you felt Jungwoo slowly thrust himself inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cock. You turned to look at Jungwoo, his large hands on your hips to hold you in place as he began to move inside you. Your legs instinctively tightened around him as the pleasure began to build with each movement.

Doyoung was now stroking his cock at the sight before him. He had always wondered what it would be like to watch you get fucked by someone else and he was enjoying it a lot more than he had anticipated. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked as your body began to contort from the pleasure Jungwoo was giving you. It made him feel good to know you were also enjoying yourself.

You moaned as you felt Jungwoo go deeper inside you, the tip of his pretty cock hitting your spot over and over. You practically yelped when felt Jaehyun’s large hands on your breasts. You turned to look at him and that’s when you noticed you were at eye level with his leaky cock. You locked eyes with Jaehyun before you took your hand and brought his dick down to your lips.

Jaehyun groaned and threw his head back when he felt your tongue on his sensitive head. You found it to be a little difficult to concentrate on Jaehyun when Jungwoo quickened his pace inside you. You did your best to make sure Jaehyun was getting what he deserved after the way he ate you out before.

You stroked what didn’t fit in your mouth, but Jaehyun moved his hips slightly when you opened your mouth wider for him. His cock slowly inched down your throat, causing you to gag around him and he groaned. Jaehyun looked down at you and smiled, his dimples peeking through. The contrast of his sweet smile and his dick down your throat was making your head spin.

Doyoung’s grip on his own cock had tightened, wishing he was either inside you or in your mouth. He wanted so desperately to switch places with Jungwoo or Jaehyun, but he knew he’d get his turn. Plus, watching you getting ravaged by the two of them was giving him more pleasure than he expected. Seeing the way your body reacted to their touches and thrusts could make him reach his own orgasm. You were gorgeous and it’s no wonder he could keep his hands off you. And why Jaehyun and Jungwoo agreed to this a little too quickly.

You pulled away from Jaehyun’s cock once you felt Jungwoo’s tip hit that sweet spot deep inside you. You practically cried out as he hit it repeatedly. If you knew you’d have this much fun, you’d would’ve said yes to Doyoung earlier. He had pitched his little idea more than once but you just weren’t sure about sleeping with other men that weren’t him. But you’re glad it was these two.

You went back to Jaehyun’s cock, swirling your tongue around his red tip. He moaned and his deep voice went straight to your pussy, causing you to flutter around Jungwoo. Jungwoo’s hips were starting to faulter when he felt you clench around him. He had moved one of his hands down to your clit, making you moan onto Jaehyun. His cock twitched in your mouth.

You felt like you were on cloud nine hearing all three men moans because of you. Doyoung’s sweet voice reached your ears and hearing him brought you closer to your orgasm. Jungwoo’s fingers were rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts and you could tell he was also very close. The lewd sounds that took over your bedroom were so hot and you wanted to keep hearing them. There’s just nothing like the sound of attractive men moaning.

It didn’t take much more stimulation for your orgasm to take over your entire body. You couldn’t stop the moans that were slipping from your lips, adding an extra vibration against Jaehyun’s cock. Jungwoo quickly pulled out of you once he realized how close he was to his own orgasm. He pumped his shaft a few times before he came across your stomach, coating your skin with his sticky white seed.

As you were catching your breath, Jaehyun had also began to stroke his cock, leaving you with your tongue out, waiting for his load. You also squeezed your tits together, giving him a second option of where he could cum. It didn’t take long for Jaehyun to move his hips slightly and cum on your chest. You pushed your breasts out as his cum landed on your chest. You were covered in cum and as filthy as you felt, you loved it.

You took another glance at Doyoung who was still jerking himself off. Even though you were spent, you had to give your man attention. The chair he was sitting on was close to the bed, so you slowly moved toward him; your face inches from his hard cock. “Baby, you don-” Doyoung was cut off when you wrapped your lips around his now swollen tip. He groaned when he finally felt your wet tongue around his dick. He had wanted this the entire night and he was finally getting it.

You stroked what couldn’t fit in your mouth and you also massaged his balls with your free hand. Doyoung’s breath was shaky and he let out a few moans here and there. He was very close and you wanted to make sure you were the reason why he came. You took him even further in your mouth; his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He said to you, his hand now stroking your hair. You loved going down on Doyoung, he always would praise you and let you know how good you made him feel.

You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you were spent from Jungwoo and Jaehyun. You just wanted to concentrate on Doyoung and making him cum. You pulled away so that you could lick the underside of his shaft, giving his most sensitive spot attention. “Baby,” he warned before a strangled moan slipped from his lips. His cock was messy and slick from your saliva and his precum, so it was easy to keep pleasing him.

You looked up at him with your wide eyes and that was enough to set Doyoung off. His hips jerked in your mouth and before you knew it, you could taste his hot cum on your tongue. There was so much of it that some of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chin. You kept up your movements as you helped him cum down from his orgasm. The aftershocks made his cock twitch. He was extremely sensitive from the overstimulation.

You pulled away from Doyoung and caught your breath, falling back on the bed. You were surrounded by the three men, all of their eyes on your cum covered body. Doyoung smiled at you before he gave you a kiss. “You did so well for us, baby.”

#Dojaejung x reader #doyoung x reader #jaehyun x reader #jungwoo x reader #NCT Smut #Dojaejung smut #dojaejung #nct #kim doyoung #jeong jaehyung #kim jungwoo #smutmas #phew #i did it #sorry its so late

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taekookpassion · 2 months ago

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My Sexy Father-in-Law

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Characters : Jeon Taehyung as son in law, Husband of Jeon Jaehyung. Jeon Jungkook is father in law of Jeon Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook's son is Jeon Jaehyung. Jeon Ji Eun - wife of Jeon Jungkook. Age : 21 years old Jeon Taehyung 26 years old Jeon Jaehyung 45 years old Jeon Jungkook 40 years old Jeon Ji Eun Summary : What will happen when Kim Taehyung falls in love at first sight? What will happen if his love at first sight is Jeon Jaehyung? What would happen if he randomly slept with a hot handsome saviour of his? What will happen if that handsome savior turns out to be his father-in-law? Does he resist his urge, because he is married now? Or Does the handsome savior leaves him alone? Let's see.... Warnings : This oneshot is full of smut. Includes Cheating, age gap, rough sex, pleasure denial, begging, degradation, usage of dirty words, Consensual sex, Unprotected sex (please be safe), Jungkook is a wild one, possession of words, marital cheating, spanking, and many sex positions Genre : 18+ (Full of Rough smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE

Kim Taehyung sat in the crowded college auditorium, surrounded by eager students and the faint scent of new books. His eyes scanned the sea of faces, looking for anything that would make the mandatory assembly interesting. That's when he saw him. Jeon Jaehyung. The guest speaker for the day, a young and incredibly handsome CEO of the renowned JJK Jewels. Taehyung felt his heart race as Jaehyung's gaze swept over the audience, finally landing on him. For a brief moment, it was as if time had stopped.

"Who is that god?" Taehyung whispered to the friend next to him, who giggled knowingly. "That's Jeon Jaehyung, the heir to the JJK fortune. They say he's single and totally out of our league."

Jaehyung began to speak, his voice deep and smooth, filling the room with an authority that made Taehyung's knees weak. As he talked about his journey in the business world, Taehyung couldn't help but admire the way his suit hugged his broad shoulders, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the way his eyes sparkled with intelligence. The more he listened, the more he realized that this wasn't just a crush. It was something deeper, something that made his body tingle in ways he had never felt before.

During the Q&A session, Taehyung's hand shot up, his palm damp with anticipation. He had to get closer to this man, had to know more about him. "Mr. Jeon," he called out, his voice wavering slightly. "What's the most important piece of advice you would give to someone starting in the business world?"

Jaehyung looked directly at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "The most important advice I can give is to follow your heart, even if it leads you down an unconventional path." His eyes held Taehyung's for a beat longer than necessary, and in that moment, Taehyung felt a connection that was undeniable. He had to find a way to be part of Jaehyung's world.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of classes and fantasies. Taehyung couldn't get Jaehyung out of his head. He would often catch himself daydreaming about their chance encounter, imagining scenarios where they met under different circumstances. Each day, he found himself getting more and more obsessed with the man who had unknowingly captured his heart.

One fateful evening, Taehyung found himself craving a midnight snack, the quiet streets a stark contrast to the chaotic world of his daydreams. As he approached the local convenience store, a shadowy group of hoodlums stepped out of the alley, blocking his path. Panic surged through his veins as they closed in, leering at him with malicious intent.

"Looks like you're lost, little one," the ringleader sneered, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

"Leave me alone," Taehyung quivered, clutching his bag tightly to his chest.

Then Taehyung see a small boy around his age were clutched forcefully by the goons arm. He want to save the boy, so he give it a kick on one person crotch, but another one caught his arms.

He shouted at the boy to escape.

“GO… GO…. ESCAPE…. BITE HIS HAND AND ESCAPE”

The scared boy nodded with teary eyes and bit the goons hand , who cried out loudly, using the chance the boy escaped. The teary eyed boy look at his saviour with guilty eyes. But Taehyung shouted at him to go.

The boy run mindlessly and saw a stranger, hesitantly he asked for a help. The stranger asked him to go home that he will take care. The boy don’t know why, But he felt a truth in the stranger’s words. He trusted him and prayed to god that nothing will happened to his saviour.

Before the situation could escalate, a deep, authoritative voice cut through the tension. "I don't think so."

The goons spun around to find a tall, muscular figure standing firmly behind them. The stranger's eyes were cold and unyielding, his presence alone a deterrent. Taehyung felt his heart race as he took in the stranger's powerful physique, his muscles rippling beneath his fitted shirt.

"What's going on here?" the man demanded, his voice resonating with a hint of threat.

The goons recognized the power in the stranger's voice and backed off, retreating into the shadows.

The handsome stranger, Jeon Jungkook, looked at Taehyung with a mix of amusement and concern. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, his voice gruff yet gentle. "You can't just go around playing the hero without knowing the risks."

Taehyung blushed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "I-I just couldn't stand by and do nothing," he stuttered, his gaze lingering on Jungkook's muscular frame. "I'm Taehyung, by the way."

Jungkook offered a firm handshake. "Good to know you've got some fire in you, Taehyung," he said with a smirk. "But maybe next time, you should leave the heavy lifting to someone more… experienced." His eyes traveled down Taehyung's body, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity at the implied innuendo. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet so alive.

Days turned into weeks, and Taehyung couldn't shake the image of Jungkook's toned arms and the way his shirt had clung to his chest. His thoughts grew increasingly graphic, and he found himself touching himself in the privacy of his room, imagining what it would be like to be held by those strong arms, to feel those powerful muscles against his body. He knew it was wrong, but the allure was too strong.

One evening, as he was lost in one of these illicit fantasies, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. "Hey, it's Jungkook. We should grab a drink sometime. You know, You owe me one!".

Taehyung's heart raced as he read the message. Was this a sign? A chance to get closer to the man who had unknowingly become the object of his desire? He eagerly agreed, setting the stage for a rendezvous that would either satisfy his cravings or lead him down a path of no return.

The night of their meeting, Taehyung chose an outfit that would show off his curves to their best advantage. He wanted Jungkook to see him as more than just a college kid who had been in the right place at the right time. As they sat across from each other at the dimly lit bar, the tension between them was palpable. Jungkook leaned in, his breath warm against Taehyung's neck. "You're quite the little hero, aren't you?" he murmured, his eyes dark with something that Taehyung couldn't quite place.

Taehyung's breath hitched. "I just did what anyone would do," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook chuckled, his hand brushing against Taehyung's thigh. "I doubt that," he said, his voice dropping lower. "Most people wouldn't risk their safety for a complete stranger."

The conversation flowed easily, filled with double entendres and lingering glances. Taehyung found himself getting lost in Jungkook's eyes, imagining what it would be like to kiss those lips, to feel those hands on his body. He didn't know where this was heading, but he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing him closer to the older man.

As the night grew later, Jungkook suggested they move to a more private location. Taehyung's heart raced as they entered Jungkook's luxurious apartment. He had never been in such a sophisticated place before, and it only served to heighten his desire. Jungkook offered him a drink, his hand lingering on Taehyung's shoulder as he fixed the cocktail.

"Tell me," Jungkook began, his voice a seductive purr. "What's your wildest fantasy?"

Taehyung's pulse quickened. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the filthy thoughts that had consumed him for weeks. "I-I don't know if I should say," he stuttered, his eyes flicking up to meet Jungkook's intense gaze.

Jungkook stepped closer, his hand sliding down to Taehyung's waist. "I think you should," he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on the bare skin above Taehyung's belt. "I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you wet."

Taehyung's cheeks burned as he took a sip of his drink, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Well," he began, his voice barely above a murmur. "I've always had this… thing for older, more dominant men." He watched Jungkook's eyes widen slightly, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "I like it when they take control, when they show me who's in charge."

Jungkook's hand tightened around Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. "And what if I told you that I have a thing for… unconventional beauties like yourself?" His breath was hot against Taehyung's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Would you let me show you what that's like?"

Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's hand slipped lower, cupping his ass. "Y-yes," he gasped, his body responding to the touch before his brain could catch up. "I-I want to know."

The room was spinning as Jungkook's lips found Taehyung's neck, nipping and kissing along the sensitive skin. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, tell me what you're wearing under that shirt."

Taehyung's breathing grew shallower, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I'm not wearing a bra," he admitted, his voice trembling. Jungkook's hand slid up, confirming his suspicion. "And the panties?"

"They're… lacy," Taehyung managed to reply, his mind racing with the knowledge that Jungkook was touching him, that he knew what was under his clothes. "Thong, actually."

Jungkook's grip tightened, his teeth grazing Taehyung's earlobe. "Perfect," he growled. "I knew you'd be a good little slut for me." His hand slid around to the front, cupping Taehyung's breast and giving it a firm squeeze. "Do you like that?"

Taehyung couldn't help but moan in response, his body arching into the touch. "Yes," he breathed, his nipples hardening under Jungkook's skilled hand. "I-I want more."

With a wicked smile, Jungkook leaned back, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's. "Take off your shirt," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see what you've been hiding."

Taehyung's hands shook as he obeyed, his shirt falling to the floor to reveal his pert breasts, the lacy thong barely concealing his hardened nipples. Jungkook's eyes raked over him, a look of pure hunger in his gaze. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the outline of Taehyung's areola.

The sensation was almost too much for Taehyung to handle. He had never been touched like this before, never been desired so openly. He leaned into Jungkook's hand, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Please," he whimpered, not even sure what he was asking for.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his hand moving to the button of Taehyung's pants. "Your wish is my command," he said, his voice husky. "But remember, you asked for this." With that, he unzipped Taehyung's pants, his hand delving into the warm, wet folds of his pussy. Taehyung's eyes rolled back in his head as Jungkook's thick fingers began to explore, stroking and teasing him until he was begging for more.

The air grew thick with lust as Jungkook led Taehyung to the bedroom, his hand never leaving the slick heat between his legs. Taehyung could feel his own arousal coating Jungkook's fingers, and he knew he was lost. There was no turning back now. This was what he wanted, what he had been craving for so long.

As they reached the bed, Jungkook spun him around, pushing him down onto the plush mattress. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice laced with desire. Taehyung obeyed without hesitation, his heart racing as Jungkook kneeled between his thighs. The older man's eyes were dark with lust as he took in the sight of Taehyung's barely concealed pussy. "So pretty," he murmured, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of the thong and slowly dragging it down.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat as he felt the cool air against his skin. Jungkook leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Taehyung's clit. "You're so eager for me, aren't you?" he said, his tongue flicking out to taste him. Taehyung's hips bucked upward, seeking more contact. "Tell me," Jungkook demanded, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "How much do you want me to fill you up?"

"I-I want you so badly," Taehyung panted, his hands fisting the sheets. "I want all of you." Jungkook chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through Taehyung's core. "Greedy little thing," he said, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. "But you're going to have to beg for it."

"P-please," Taehyung whimpered, his body trembling with need. "Please, Jungkook." Jungkook's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he sat back on his heels. "Beg for it," he repeated, his hand hovering over Taehyung's pussy. "I want to hear you say it."

Taehyung's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the ache between his legs was too intense to resist. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, Jungkook, fuck me."

The words seemed to snap something in Jungkook, his eyes going wild. "That's it," he growled, his hand playing with the pussy . "Say it again."

"Fuck me," Taehyung moaned, louder this time. "Please, I need it." Jungkook leaned in, his mouth capturing Taehyung's in a bruising kiss as he stroked him with more urgency. The friction was maddening, and Taehyung could feel his climax building, his body begging for release. Jungkook's other hand slid down to cup Taehyung's ass, squeezing firmly.

"You're so fucking perfect," Jungkook murmured against his lips, his breath hot and ragged. "So tight, so wet. You're going to feel so good around my cock." Taehyung's breath hitched at the words, his hips bucking

Jungkook's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more demanding as he felt Taehyung's arousal coating his hand. "Beg for it," he urged, his own desire growing with every desperate plea that fell from the younger man's lips.

"Please, Jungkook," Taehyung moaned, his hips rising to meet each rough caress. "I need you inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours."

Jungkook's eyes glinted with triumph. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Say it again. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard."

"Yes," Taehyung gasped, his voice a desperate cry. "I want you to fuck me hard. Make me scream your name."

With a groan, Jungkook stood, his erection straining against his pants. He yanked them down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. Taehyung's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. "Ready for this?" Jungkook asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes never leaving the impressive length before him. "I-I'm ready," he stuttered, his voice shaking with anticipation. Jungkook stepped closer, his cock brushing against Taehyung's swollen pussy.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before," Jungkook promised, his voice a dark whisper. "You're going to scream for me, and you're going to love every second of it."

Without warning, Jungkook slammed into Taehyung, his cock filling the younger man completely. Taehyung's cry echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that only served to drive Jungkook wilder. He began to pound into Taehyung, his hips moving with a brutal rhythm that left no room for doubt about who was in control.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jungkook grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head. "So tight and wet for me." He leaned down, his teeth sinking into Taehyung's shoulder as he picked up the pace, driving deep and hard.

Taehyung's nails dug into the mattress, his body arching as Jungkook hit that perfect spot inside him. "More," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Jungkook. Please, don't stop."

Jungkook's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. "You're going to come for me," he growled, his hand moving to pinch Taehyung's nipple. "You're going to come hard, and then I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

The words sent Taehyung over the edge, his body convulsing with the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Jungkook followed suit, his cock pulsing inside Taehyung as he filled him up with hot, sticky seed. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and lust.

Taehyung's mind raced as he stared up at the ceiling. What had he just done? This wasn't like him. But as Jungkook's arms tightened around him, pulling him closer, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, a feeling that this was exactly where he was meant to be.

"You're mine now," Jungkook murmured against his ear, his voice filled with possession. "My little slut. My unconventional beauty."

Taehyung shivered at the words, his body responding with a fresh wave of arousal. He knew he should be disgusted, but all he felt was a deep, burning need for more. And as Jungkook began to kiss his way down Taehyung's neck, he knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted.

The story is just beginning, and Taehyung has no idea of the twists and turns his life will take as he becomes entangled in Jungkook's world of dominance and desire.

Days turned into weeks, and despite the scandalous nature of their encounter, Taehyung found his thoughts drifting back to Jungkook's apartment, to the feeling of Jungkook's strong arms holding him down, his demanding kisses, and the way Jungkook had made him feel so completely and utterly alive. He tried to focus on his studies, to push the memories away, but the ache in his heart and the wetness between his legs reminded him of the unbridled passion he had experienced.

Taehyung accidently met Jaehyung again…

His first crush.

One meeting turned to another and another….

Now, they started to develop feelings for each other.

Taehyung love for Jaehyung was so deep, that he never tried to know about his love’s background and family.

Not knowing Jaehyung is the only son of Jeon Jungkook, the man he slept with….

The man’s touch that was burned deep in his soul.

Not knowing soon, he is going to meet the man, Tangled in a forbidden thread.

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Still 10k words of smut is there. I posted on My Patreon. Read Here

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3

#masterlist #kpop masterlist

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vex91 · 4 months ago

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Pyramid Game Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Sung Suji:

Nothing yet...

Baek Harin:

Nothing yet...

Myung Jaeun:

Nothing yet...

Im Yerim:

Nothing yet...

Song Jaehyung:

Nothing yet...

Sim Eunjung:

Nothing yet...

Seo Doah:

Nothing yet...

Kim Dayeon:

Nothing yet...

Bang Wooyi:

Nothing yet...

#pyramid game x reader #sung suji x reader #baek harin x reader #myung jaeun x reader #im yerim x reader #song jaehyung x reader #sim eunjung x reader #seo doah x reader #kim dayeon x reader #bang wooyi x reader

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Inked (🔞) {1/3}

❝I don't want nobody but you kissing on my tattoos.❞ August Alsina

Theme: So… the Kia x Jae saga continues. This time, they're work vacationing in a hotel for a gig Jae has coming up as eJay eaJ. All Kia needed to do was take a shower, as well as relieve some stress. All Jae wanted to do was chill on the king bed. However, the free time they finally had to themselves seemed to have needed to been spent in other ways…

Also, in this particular situation, Jae has a new tattoo! 🤩

Disclaimer: I thought this up with a Black female (someone that looks and acts a lot like yours truly) in mind. So there will be heavy AAVE (African American Vernacular English) usage.

Kinks / Warnings: masturbation, profanity & dirty talk (some derogatory language will be used), a bit of switch behavior, oral sex (cunnilingus and fellatio), fingering, nipple play, mild-ish choking, some orgasm denial

Additional author notes: This is my first time {in a long time} doing this in first person POV instead of the second person POV I'd been using previously. Due to… recent events, I've been conjuring up quite the scenario for this one… Thank you, and you're welcome.

Once again: If you finish reading my lil fanfic or whatever, I would LOVE for you to click/tap the 'reply' icon at the bottom and let me know what your favorite parts were! Not to mention, if you have any critiques (constructive and productive, of course) or questions, feel more than free!

Enjoy!

💉🪡🖋️✒️🖤⚫⬛

Riding in the back of the Uber from the airport to the hotel, I legit could not stop staring at Jae's vine-like neck tattoo. It was annoying to say the least, considering he's had that (along with his numerous other tats) for months now. I suppose it was the fact that he told me this morning before boarding the damn plane that I have to somehow search for his latest inscribed addition.

–

"Where… is it, Jae?" I begrudgingly ask him as we stand in line, blankly staring ahead at the boarding entrance, arms crossed, knowing full well he wasn't gonna answer as bluntly.

"You have to find it… later," he confidentially teases, the latter of that statement quietly chirped in my ear. I roll my eyes with a sly smirk, sensing that it likely meant this was permanently stamped somewhere the sun didn't shine.

So it wasn't until we reach the hotel that I was finally able to stop staring at him like a stalker of sorts. As a matter of fact, I manage to avoid eye contact with him as he held my hand, retrieving the hotel room keys with his free hand.

🌸🎀🏩 🐙 🎟 👛 👚 👅 💓

When we reach the room, I see the king-sized bed with a card on top (likely from the promoter that booked Jae for this engagement). He heads that direction as I pull my suitcase over to the couch.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I tell Jae as I unzip my bag and grab a change of clothes, as well as my shower wrap to protect my hair.

"I'm gonna chill here," Jae replies as he plops down on the bed. "I'm lagged."

"Same," I agree with him, walking by him toward the bathroom. "See you in a bit."

"Okay, don't take too long," I hear Jae request behind me. I can feel him smile as he continues. "I've been missing you."

🛁🧼🧴🧽✨🛀

His subtle confession followed me into the bathroom before the home improvement enthusiast in me jumped out. "Oh shit!

"This my type of shower right here!" I excitably exclaim as I hear Jae laugh from the bed. I notice the built-in seat almost immediately, while I sneak a peak at the other quality features before I discard my clothes.

I leave the bathroom door open for the most part, while closing the shower door almost completely because I never know where water lands when I turn showers on. Sure enough, it immediately lands on the door before I attempt to adjust the shower head, accidentally disengaging the head from its compartment.

Oh!.. Noted, I think to myself as I place it right back. My showers be therapeutic, and I planned on this one not being any different. Especially in light of what Jae's been hinting at today. In addition to the whole tattoo ordeal and him saying he's been missing me, there has been tension building the past few weeks.

Unfortunately, Jae's been too busy preparing for this gig with his team to spend a lot of quality time with me. I understand that completely, but my body does not. It rarely does; I just keep it composed for moral purposes. So, to compensate (because patience is not really my thing), I've been spending some quality alone time with myself, by myself. Though, of course, it's not the same.

As I put my shower cap on over my hair and step into the shower, I definitely wanna respect Jae's privacy and desire to relax in the other room. So I go about my business as usual, which goes well until I begin to really take notice of the water pressure coming from this shower head. Without even thinking about it, I let out a almost inaudible moan as I lean back against the wall. "Fuck, that feels good," I mutter to myself as I resume lathering my body with soap.

Giving extra time to my breasts, I let out a low moan again as I go for my crotch next. As soon as the wet, soapy towel touches my lower lips, I gradually begin to lose my mind. That coupled with the water from the shower head inspired me to try something.

I set the towel down and disengage the shower head once again, this time very much on purpose. I aim it extremely close to my pussy, allowing there to be a lot more pressure from the water. As it rinses the soap off, it also quickly turns me on. "Oh my fucking god," I exhale as I roll my hips upward.

After a few moments of that, I feel myself wince as I take two of my fingers and spread my lips open, mentally shunning the freak in me for even doing this. I knew it obviously wasn't the same as, say, someone else's tongue doing similar work, but it still felt alarmingly good. My moans increase in volume and pitch as those same two fingers make their way inside.

I pretty much forwent the whole quiet thing at this point, but I didn't give a fuck. Maybe someone deserved to hear this and become inspired his damn self. I can't say I'm forcing anyone to do anything, but I also can't say I wasn't giving an option for invitation.

"Oh fuck… Fuck, this feels too fucking good," I moan out, pumping my fingers at a moderate pace, still rolling my hips up to meet its friction. "God, I just wish I had… more to… fuckin' work with.

"I – oh, God – just need your fingers… your tongue… your - fuck! - your dick inside me… Please, baby…" With my head hung, and my eyes struggling to stay open, I could feel myself losing more and more of the composure I barely had to begin with. Half of my remaining brain cells were on mission, the other half unaware of anything else but this moment, yet both halves were working toward the same goals.

At this point, my conscience was speaking for me, somehow delivering a late reply to my boyfriend as I inch my fingers deeper and deeper. "Fuck… I… miss… you too, baby. I wanna be… the only b-bitch… kissing… licking… on you… and all your fucking tattoos. I need my hole filled by you—"

"Which one?" a voice echoes in the vicinity of the bathroom, but I'm already too out of it to register who… else… it might be.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"Huh?" was all I could get out, half-confused and mostly undone.

"Which hole?" the same voice asks, with the same amount of gentle tenacity.

I begin to slowly open my eyes as I drunkenly reply, "Uhh… all of them?"

I hear laughter on the other side of the shower door as this somehow mysterious voice states, "I only have a mouth, a dick, and two hands… One of which is holding said dick. I'm gonna need you to be a little bit more specific."

"Oh s-shit!" I cautiously shout as I drop the shower head in a slightly startled state of shock, thus completely bringing me back to Earth. "Jae?"

"Nope, it's a janitor," Jae jokes before laughing. I couldn't help but laugh as well, but not before telling him to 'shut the fuck up.'

I pick up the shower head and place it back where it belonged. In the time it took to do that, I recalled what I believe I heard Jae say a minute ago. "Still holding your dick?" I casually ask him.

He answers just as nonchalantly, "Stroking it, even… Just thinking about what you were saying…"

"I swear I don't even remember half of what I fuckin' said…" I meant that. I may have been speaking from my heart or whatever, but I just know for a fact that if I had put any thought into it, half of it wouldn't have ever left my lips.

"That's interesting," Jae states. "You don't remember just saying how you want to be the only one kissing on my tattoos? Or how you want your holes filled by everything?"

"Now I know I didn't say it like that," I retort through the palm that I placed on my face. Shortly after we both chuckle at that, I hear a light thud on his end, causing me to finally open the shower door. What I end up seeing drops me on the shower seat.

Jae takes off his t-shirt and throws it with his pants and boxers I see outside the bathroom door. As he turns to make his way to me, I spy with my little eye… it. The newest addition to his tattoo collection.

"No fucking way," I spit out as I notice this elaborate shooting star opposite his vine-like tattoo, but right above his waist line. It was so nice, but I also caught a glimpse of his soft, yet alluring eyes staring down at me, to which all I could satisfactorily reply to it all was "Mmm."

I scoot over closer to the door on the seat as Jae hovers over me, his hand resuming its position around his cock. "May I come in?"

❝I want my hands tattooed on your body, baby.❞

♪ ♫ Sex Never Felt Better | TGT

I wanted badly to reply, "Not yet, but you can cum real quick," but next thing you know, Jae saunters into the shower, closing the door behind him. To my slight surprise, I almost immediately feel his thumbs circle my nipples while his lips trail kisses all around my neck.

It takes roughly zero seconds for me to moan at the water, my legs attempting to gird themselves around Jae’s torso in agreement. “Jae, fuck…” It seemed like he waited for actual words to leave my mouth before moving on up to my gaping lips.

Taking a seat next to me, he gently wraps his fingers around my neck, leisurely gliding his tongue around my lips one good time before it eases his way in between them with a smirk. I couldn’t help but smile while kissing him back because one, that was hot as fuck considering, two, he’s terribly good at maintaining some sort of composure… no matter how bad he may seem to want me.

I feel a hand sail along my wet skin, down to what probably is consistently the wettest part of me. I end up biting Jae’s bottom lip, obnoxiously moaning through my teeth when I feel just the tips of two of his fingers press against my entrance.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeat breathlessly as Jae simultaneously pulls his lip back and pushes his fingers further inside me. “Shit, baby…”

“God, I miss hearing that,” Jae utters out in my ear, “you sound so good… Damn, you haven’t been this tight in a fucking minute.”

I sluggishly moan low in Jae’s ear, actually feeling how I’m readjusting back to the now full length of these same two fingers, along with a thumb circling the clit. As heavenly as it feels, I couldn’t resist attempting to shoot a tiny verbal dagger his direction… because why not? “Then keep doing something about it.”

Instantly, I feel Jae’s lips on my neck, paving their own trail down my body. After resting on the islands of my breasts a couple moments, his mouth continues to journey downward to meet my fingers. I soon begin to feel his warm breath blowing between my thighs as I feel a twisting of the fingers before they are pulled out of me.

“J-Jae…” I breathe out, my eyes opening to Jae sucking two fingers while seemingly surveying every inch of my being. I’m able to hear him hum just over the sound of the water hitting his back, both hands placed firmly around the inside of my thighs as he plunges himself head-first into my pussy. Hums were accompanied with licking beneath me, while names were replaced with panting above him.

“Fuck,” Jae exhales when I see his face again. “You always taste so fuckin’ good,” he compliments, three fingers stretching me out as his tongue rejoins in alternation.

“Oh, fuck!” I shakily moan out, threading my fingers through Jae’s slick hair, holding his head steady as I grind my pulsating pussy up to his hungry mouth. Still feeling Jae’s long fingers dig their way directly to my clit, I do my best to encourage him. “Please don’t stop… until I cum… Keep going… Go deeper, babe…”

Jae hums approvingly before following those orders in a way that makes my damn head spin, and my eyes roll back. I grip the seat as I have my legs rested on Jae’s upper back. I notice a moment of withdrawal as he disengages his tongue from my dripping pussy, only for him to spit on it before submerging his face back in between my legs.

Between the vibrations from his sporadic humming and his tongue and fingers feeling like they’re doing backflips damn near in my stomach, I cry out in stimulating pleasure… especially when his free hand makes its way up to fondle my tits.

“Mmhmm,” is all I hear Jae utter out without letting up for a second. If nothing else, his fingers pump themselves even faster, and my legs begin to shake.

This is usually the portion of the program where he stops completely, with his teasing ass. I struggle to open my eyes, glaring down at Jae, whose almost playful gaze is staring at me. After one more solid suck, he forces his head back in laughter, both hands still where they were before.

He knows that I know how he operates, so as he begins to lift himself from the tiled shower floor, he assures, “I wouldn’t do that to you this time, babe.”

“Mm,” is my snarky little reply before Jae’s tongue flicks ever-so-slightly on the nipple that isn’t already having a thumb grazed across or being pinched. “Please…”

Jae’s fingers had slowed down, yet dug themselves even deeper, as he latches his mouth around that same nipple. As he switches between each perky nub, he pumps his fingers inside me faster… and faster.

“Oh God, Jae…” I exhale, getting weaker in the knees with just about every motion, yet strengthening Jae with each moan that eases or forces itself out of my lips.

Now Jae takes it into his own hands to encourage me. “Yeah, Ki… Let me know just how much you missed this shit, baby.”

“So fucking much, babe,” I reply, still breathless, my back arching when I feel a large hand against the moisture of it. “So… damn… f-fuck, Jae!”

I couldn’t even finish reiterating my feelings due to how distracted I became, with Jae’s fingers repeatedly hitting my clit directly. Once his lips were back on my neck, it was a wrap. Without so much as a loud gasp in Jae’s ear, an inebriating orgasm transpires. I let out a moan so loud and lusty that I’m sure one could hear it from the hotel hallway.

When Jae’s fingers finally ease their way out of me, a jet stream of cum leaks out, and tears literally start to build. “Fuck, Jae…” I chuckle, as he takes one of those fingers and gestures for me to suck on it. Which I do, of course, before he pulls it out and momentarily sucks another one.

Throwing my head back, I blindly, yet tenderly feel along Jae’s creamy wet skin. While still recovering and calming my body down, I begin to slither to the floor. I start to regain some strength… because this is far from over.

❝…I love them tattoos, I still gotta learn 'em all… Tell me when you're gonna make them the writings on my wall…❞ ♪ ♫ Touch Me | Victoria Monet

Once I look up to face a now standing Jae (in more ways than one), I look up and down his body, admiring the artwork painted throughout it. Not quite fully back on Earth mentally, I finally decide to express a thought or two on the star on his stomach. "I really like this astral situation you got going on, baby," I tell him with a mellow grin.

After Jae thanks me for the compliment, I place a few pampering kisses along said 'situation,' adjusting myself so that I'm already sitting back on the seat. Meanwhile, Jae asks, "What do you like about it?"

My brief, honest answer? "How close it is to what I want," I reply as I hunch over, my lips and tongue coating the tip of his dick.

"Oh fuck," Jae breathes out, immediately satisfying my ears, as well as other places along my body. I see his hand grip the shaft before continuing to stroke.

I suck the tip while gently running my thumb along the tattoo before looking up at him. For one, I could tell it had been at least a couple weeks since he'd gotten it, due to him not flinching when I began to touch it. For another thing, I catch him rolling his neck before looking down at me looking at him.

I soften my gaze as I lap at the tip with my tongue. My hand goes from Jae's waist back to my aching pussy as the other hand trails up his more decorated arm. I moan before my fingers are quickly replaced with his again, allowing his cock to go further down my throat as his fingers plunge deeper in between my very open legs.

"I really fucking missed this," Jae exhales as I hum around his length in agreement. "I really fucking missed you."

He pulls out of my mouth, much to both of our disappointment, but then he slips his tongue inside. We both moan almost harmoniously as we intensely suck each others' tongues.

"Fuck," Jae breathes out after a moment, probably also feeling my hand wrapped around his cock.

"It really has been a minute," I let out between kisses, some on his lips, but a lot on his neck. In a maneuver Jae's used to, I lick along that vine-like tattoo like it came with an instruction manual.

"It has, and you're not missing a goddamn beat," Jae replies in between moans and faster pumping from his fingers, nearing my g-spot.

"Neither are you… Shit… Don't stop." I pant into his ear before we exchange several deep kisses, moaning at how good we're finally making each other feel after this past month. I notice how my moans become more drawn out in contrast to the rapid pace I feel Jae's fingers push in and out of me. "Fuck, Jae…"

"Yeah, Ki…" I feel Jae's breath near my ear as he continues, "You like that?"

"Of course, always," I reply with my hand recirculating the tip, "but you know I want more."

"You deserve more," Jae concurs as he pulls away from me completely, inadvertently stepping into the direct path of water from the shower head. "Oh shit. That feels good."

I half-laugh, seeing him feel a fraction of what I felt with the water pressure I mentioned before, but also… He looks hot as fuck with that water running down his body. I must've been obvious with my ogling because I see Jae smirk at me before stepping forward an inch for the water to drench his hair.

I take that as an opportunity to get back down on my knees and pick up where I was left off. Feeling like I had did just enough prep prior, I went ahead and took him to the hilt. With most of his dick halfway down my throat in record time, I want to see his reaction, but I wasn't about to be blinded by the water. It almost didn't matter, though, because I sure as hell heard it.

"Fuck, Kia!" Jae spits out as I feel a hand grip my shower cap, pushing my head further down his shaft. An almost purr-like moan soon follows from the both of us. After a few seconds, he lets go of my head, allowing me to suck him off.

I could hear Jae pant expressively above me, and I just had to see what that was like, so I pull away momentarily, and it was worth it – for me at least. I was able to catch his facial features release from the probably distorted way his eyes close like it usually is when I'm on his dick like that… and the animal in me almost got unleashed again.

I held it together as much as I could though. "You look so fucking hot, Jae," I spill while one of my hands wrap around his cock, and the other caresses the star tattoo (finally, a tattoo I can fucking reach from this position!).

"So do you, baby," Jae replies, a bit sluggishly, reminding me of just how much more 'laggy' I'm making him… Although, I know neither one of us care enough to stop. We always finish what we start… even if we take our time to get there.

After Jae asks me to retrieve a dry towel for his face, I'm back on the blessed shower seat, repositioning myself to take his cock back into my mouth. Jae assists by placing a foot on the seat, but I should've remembered that there's always gonna be something in most leg ups for him as well.

As he guides his dick back into my mouth, he wraps a hand around my neck. He knows how much I'm annoyingly turned on by such an action, and he knows how to switch it up when necessary. Needless to say, he had enough of a grip for me to choke on his length (something he's annoyingly turned on by).

Moaning at the shower tile, Jae begins to fuck my mouth slowly. I begin to moan in place of words I wouldn't have been able to find whether his dick was down my throat or not. Jae, on the other hand… "You're taking it so good, babe.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard in that pretty mouth of yours…” Jae chokes out. “And you're gonna take all that like a good girl, right?"

"Mmhmm," was all I could obviously reply with, and while I could be bratty as fuck, I decided to forgo it… for now. I missed this Jae too damn much.

While never letting go of my neck, he pulls out of my mouth, inadvertently giving me enough time to croak, "I want your cum down my throat, baby," before shoving himself back inside.

Finding myself choking more often than usual, I feel a tiny trail of drool (and probably a hint of precum) run down my chin. Fucking my throat at a faster pace, Jae hunches over ever-so-slightly, but it's more than enough for me to finally reach his chest. I'm not trying to cut off my blood flow, so I close my eyes and feel my way around.

I purposely run my palms along his nipples, pinching them until they're as hard as his dick has been. I stick my tongue out underneath to fucking breathe, but I know how much that subtle change fucks him up. It sounds to me like this combo is doing its job because Jae is reduced to panting again, especially when I shift my tongue from left to right.

"Keep doing that, Ki," I hear Jae exhale as he proceeds to fuck my mouth. Shortly after, Jae's fingers press against my neck before letting go of it completely. I’m able to go a step further with it and open my mouth and throat some more, dragging my tongue underneath from the sack to the tip, over and over… and over, until– "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

The brat in me instantly jumps out again as my mouth lets go, and my hands remain on his chest, moving to his arms. Looking up at a ravished Jae, I go, "Oh really?" with a smirk.

"Don't fucking play," Jae growls.

"I'm not!" I playfully retaliate, "I'm just asking a simple ass question."

I see Jae roll his eyes before my mouth resumes guiding him to his finish. "There you go," Jae blows out, "Good girl…"

"Mm," I respond, still acting bratty with my fingers pinching his nipples again. Since I have a lot more control than before, I retreat and advance on his cock repeatedly until I hear a shaky, high-pitched moan signaling my place to stop.

Resting my tongue underneath his tip, I fondle Jae's balls while he wraps his fingers back around his warm shaft. "Oh yeah, baby… F-fuck… Fuck!"

With just a bit a tip sucking, Jae's streams of cum find their way down my throat, resting in the back of it. Once he sits back down on the seat next to me, I kiss him deeply, the both of us moaning when he receives a fraction of his own cum in his mouth.

"I fuckin' love it when you do that," Jae states after swallowing his portion.

"I know," I breathe out in a bit of a cocky manner before giving him a couple more kisses on his lips. I finally take a moment to kiss around his chest, sucking on his nipples while staring into his glazed eyes smiling down at me.

I instinctively begin to climb onto Jae’s lap, with his hands firmly on my waistline helping me – wait – guiding me right back where I was seated. Only for a moment, though, because then he lifts me off the seat, carrying me to the other end of the shower.

< Stay tuned for Part 2! >

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