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i don't even know where to start with this. like i'm actually typing this through tears >< xixi, you are so amazing, genuinely. i wish i was more eloquent because words can't describe my gratitude for you. this hit so close to home and you must have some kind of super power, magic brain, fairy hands to be able to write and convey this so well. for the longest, i think i've really felt invisible and isolated in this experience, but this provided me with so much comfort, it's unimaginable. just....!!! i can't thank you enough <3333
you wrote jaehyun so well and he's such a comforting presence >< i really do look up to him in terms of his passion and love for people in general, and i couldn't help but get butterflies the whole way through!!! especially the cuddling hehe i love him!!! ^___^ thank you for such a consoling fic. you're literally an angel and deserve all the good things in the world 🤍🪽 i'll definitely be returning to this often <3 my new comfort fic!!! i'm such a lucky girl to have such a sweet, lovely, admirable mutual like you!!! <333
gently, by your side | jaehyun
members: myung jaehyun x gender neutral reader
genre: college au, angst, comfort, best friends! to ???, more platonic stuff in this one
tags/warnings: extensive discussions of mental health and chronic/mental illness, y/n is not okay. :(
summary: jaehyun finds you after a bad week.
wc: 2.7k
a/n: this fic’s title comes from this lovely song. as someone who’s struggled with both chronic and mental illness, it really takes someone strong and amazing to keep on going, despite everything. most of the dialogue in this comes from my own musings and experiences with mental health. i wrote this for a dear mutual of mine! i hope better days will come for you soon, whenever that may be. meanwhile, i hope this gives you comfort when things are tough! sending lots of love <3
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5 days ago 1:28 PM 🐶 cutie puppy
(y/n) we haven’t seen each other in such a loooong time imy :(( i mean i KNOW it’s just been a couple of days since we last hung out but still!!!!!!! when are we seeing each other again !!!! tell me ur schedule QUICK !!!!
4 days ago 6:33 PM 🐶 cutie puppy
heeeeyyyyyyyyy (with the intention to hang out) heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy reply to meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! tell me when ur free pls i miss u :((
3 days ago 11:58 PM 🐶 cutie puppy
hey i didn’t see u at the party today i thought u said u were going last week!!! also i asked around and people said they haven’t seen u around recently??? and they don’t know what ur up to
2 days ago 2:05 PM 🐶 cutie puppy
heeeyyyy ?????????? did i do smth????? or are u just really busy w school and work idk either way pls just let me know :(( i won’t bother u if ur rlllyyy busy
10:35 PM sorry if i’m being annoying btw
Yesterday 11:32 PM 🐶 cutie puppy
ok i thought about it reaaaaaallly hard and i don’t think i’ve done anything to make u mad or upset w me??? well aside from that time last last week that u got mad at me for accidentally messing w ur computer and deleting ur work files WHICH IM LIKE REALLY SORRY FOR but i fixed it!!!!! i thought we were good alrd!!! are u still mad at me 4 that ?
1:00 AM (y/n)?
1:28 AM idk i thought i was ur best friend :(( did smth change???
2:47 AM pls pls reply :(( i know we can talk this out i don’t want us to not be ok
Today 3:00 PM 🐶 cutie puppy i’m coming over.
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Sitting up from your bed, your heart thuds in anxiety as you quickly scroll through your chat history with Jaehyun. Your eyes hurt and your brain feels especially foggy, like you’re looking at the world through a particularly cloudy lens. How long did you sleep? The last thing you recall was working on your assignments last night, then choosing to sleep instead when you got overwhelmed. Even then, you slept fitfully. You remember setting an alarm at 9 AM today to continue working, but even as you sat at your desk, you couldn’t type a single sentence on your laptop. Everything felt muddled and it was as if you couldn’t understand anything at all. Even the cups of coffee you drank in desperation was of no use keeping you alert; all it did was make you palpitate.
Then you gave up, went back to bed, and you’re here now. Checking the chat timestamps, you realize you haven’t replied to Jaehyun’s messages in almost a week, which has never happened before—you talk almost everyday, even multiple times a day. Jaehyun’s last message was at 3 PM, when he said he’d come over. One look at your screen shows you it’s already 3:20. If you’ve memorized his schedule right, it takes your best friend thirty minutes to get to your dorm from his Fundamental Maths class. That means you have ten more minutes to get your shit together and clean your mess of a room.
But right when you’ve mustered the energy to stand up, you hear a series of knocks on your door. That can’t be— “(Y/n), open up, I know you’re in there!” Jaehyun’s voice echoes from outside the door. “I asked your dormmate and she said you haven’t left your room since yesterday, so there’s no use pretending!” Shit, shit, shit! You immediately spring up and hastily fold your blankets and organize your desk, throwing away stray food wrappers and plastic cups. You open your blinds to let some air in, and the bright sunlight makes your head throb even more.
On your way to the door, you spot yourself in the mirror. There’s no other word for it—you look like utter shit. Your eyebags are dark and prominent, your hair disheveled from tossing and turning in your sleep. You look horrendous, but Jaehyun is persistently knocking on your door, so you have no choice but to fix yourself up as fast as you can. You splash water on your face and smoothen down your hair and open the door—then there’s Jaehyun in all his glory. Your heart clenches seeing him; he looks as handsome as always, his bangs fluffy and soft and his letterman jacket fashionably oversized. He looks nothing like you in your ratty T-shirt with coffee stains and pajama shorts. His hand is halfway raised, positioned to knock at your door (he could and would probably do it all day if he had to). Upon seeing you, he blurts out: “Did I do something?”
Instead of answering him, you open your door wider as an invitation, and Jaehyun takes the hint, stepping into your dorm. Once the door is shut, Jaehyun peers at your messy room and remarks, “Wow. When was the last time you cleaned up? You’re usually not like this.”
You know he didn’t mean it like that, but his comment stings at you all the same. “Sorry, Jaehyun,” you snap, “not everyone can be at 200% energy all the time like you.” At his hurt expression, you backtrack. “Sorry, that was really rude of me.”
“It-It’s fine,” Jaehyun replies confusedly. Then he looks straight at you, eyes pleading. He’s picking at the stray thread hanging from his jacket, a habit you’ve come to known is something he does when he’s nervous. “You know what, I thought about it. For days, really, if I did anything that would make you mad and ignore me. But I couldn’t come up with anything at all. I was really worried when you didn’t reply to me for days on end, especially when we talk everyday. So if I did something, can—can you just tell me? I just want us to be okay.”
Your throat closes up and your heart pounds even faster, making you feel dizzy. You have no idea how to answer him, when all he’s ever seen of you is the perfect student who does everything right, who’s smart and good at what they do without any flaws or exceptions. How would he react if he saw you for who you really were?
The words can’t form in your mouth, and out of frustration at yourself, you tear up. Jaehyun notices this, eyes widening in worry, “(y/n), baby, no, no,” and pulls you into his arms. Almost instantly, the tears cascade down your face and sobs wrack your body. You feel pathetic crying in your best friend’s arms, but Jaehyun just soothes a hand up and down your back as you break down. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders, and it feels like your anchor when you’re drowning in all your troubles. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he says in a hushed tone, “let it all out.” You grip his jacket even tighter as you bury your face in his chest.
When was the last time you’ve ever been hugged like this? The last time you’ve ever been truly vulnerable to anyone without that mask of perfection you often don? The last time you felt safe just being yourself? You have no idea. All you know that is in the circle of Jaehyun’s arms, you want to be small and imperfect and yourself just this once.
After your cries die down, Jaehyun clears his throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is I did, but I’m so sorry for hurting you.”
“It’s not you, Jaehyun,” your voice is muffled by both your sniffles and Jaehyun’s chest. You don’t want Jaehyun to get the wrong idea that he’s hurt you in some way because of how broken he sounds thinking he’s done something to make you sad. “It’s just. Me.”
“You? What do you mean?” Jaehyun leads you into your room from the doorway. He’s holding your hand and doesn’t let go even when you both settle at the edge of your bed. His palm is warm and his grip loose enough in case you want to let go; you don’t. While you muster up the courage to speak, your best friend just sits there, waiting patiently. “It’s okay, whatever you say, I’m not going anywhere.” You don’t know that for sure, but him saying that makes you want to be truthful just this once, damn the consequences.
You take a deep breath, focusing on your intertwined fingers. You’re too scared to look at his face because you don’t want to see his reaction. “Jaehyun, what kind of person do you think people see me as?”
“Well…” He takes a moment to think about it. “Someone smart, talented, and who gets stuff done?”
In turn, you let out an resigned exhale. “Well, that’s the image I project. Of someone who’s perfect… someone who does things effortlessly. People think it comes easy to me. But it doesn’t. When people tell me that I didn’t need much effort to get to where I am now, I feel undermined. When I express I’m having a hard time, people brush it off and think I’m just overreacting. Because they think I’m perfect all the time. But honestly…? That’s the farthest thing from the truth."
Glancing up from your hands, you scan your room—your desk is a mess of papers and assignments that you have yet to get to. You can’t tell when the last time you spent time being actually productive when what you’ve been is fatigued out of your mind. When you try to sit at your desk and work, all you feel is difficulty concentrating and processing work and readings. Sleep has also proven to be elusive—no matter how long you lie in bed, you never feel well-rested. Simple actions and decisions require so much energy from you that you undeniably lack. You also constantly compare yourself to others, whom things like these come natural to them. But you’ve kept these feelings of yours secret for a long time—you’re utterly terrified that you’d be undermined for being useless and overly sensitive.
“(Y/n)?” Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you turn to meet his eyes. His eyes are sincere and kind. “I-I know I may not be the most empathic person, but I promise I’ll hear you out without judging you. I want to be here for you… and I hope you’ll let me. Please?”
At this, you spill everything you’ve been feeling the past weeks—months, even—to Jaehyun. You stumble over your words and your breath gets caught in your throat, but he’s there to pat your back and to encourage you to keep going. Without you knowing, tears make their way down your face once again, and Jaehyun uses his other hand to gently brush them away. “It just gets so hard that I want to just. Give everything up. I don’t know what the use of trying so hard is when I see how other people don’t need this much effort to do even the most basic of tasks. It’s just so… unfair.”
When you’re finished with your rant, you don’t know what to expect from Jaehyun—but you’re stunned to see him crying. He’s sniffling and wiping at his eyes furiously. “Why…” You have no idea what he’s about to say, but you brace yourself for the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he whispers brokenly. “I didn’t know you were having such a difficult time. I feel like such a shitty friend for not even noticing. I’m sorry, (y/n).” Jaehyun’s eyes fill with tears and he starts “I… I thought we were best friends.” The best friends tell each other everything goes unsaid, but you know exactly what he meant.
“I…” You feel awful now for making Jaehyun cry. “You’re just. You just naturally have all this limitless energy. You’re…” Normal. Not like me. “I don’t know how if you were going to take me seriously if I told you what I was going through… There were times I’d see you, and I’d be so disappointed in myself for not being like you. And I was so scared that if I did tell you, I’d be letting you down.”
Jaehyun’s expression grows more miserable at this. “I-I’m sorry, (y/n), I never meant to make you feel unheard. And I never meant for it to feel like you couldn’t tell me about these things.”
“It-It’s not your fault, Jaehyun,” you protest, but he shakes his head, obviously disappointed in himself.
“No, (y/n), I’m supposed to be your best friend. How stupid can I be if I can’t notice when you’re having a hard time? I didn’t even stop to ask how you’ve been doing because you seemed to be doing fine. But I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have taken things at face value. I’m such an idiot,” Jaehyun berates himself. “I’m so, so sorry.”
At his sincere apology, you can’t help but admit it to yourself—you desperately needed Jaehyun’s support as your best friend, but you were too scared to ask for it. And honestly? You felt immensely lonely without his words and presence to comfort you.
“(Y/n), I hope you know that I see how hard you work. I know your sleepless nights and how much effort you put into every single thing you do. Despite everything you’re going through, you’re always trying to be better than the person you were yesterday, and it’s something I truly admire about you. But I hope you know it’s okay to be imperfect and flawed and to not be okay. I want to be here on your good and bad days. I just wish I could’ve been more vocal about this earlier… I’ve really taken you for granted, huh?” Jaehyun sighs wetly, taking your hand in both of his. He’s still crying; you both are, actually. What a silly pair the two of you make.
“Thank you for trusting me and sharing all of this. It literally means the world to me,” Jaehyun rambles. “I promise I’ll be a better friend to you, someone you feel safe opening up to about anything, whether that be your achievements or your struggles. And (y/n), if it’s not too much to ask… Could I ask you to be more honest with me in the future?” He stares at you imploringly. “I don’t want you to think you have to go through all of this alone. I want to be here for you the same way you’ve always been there for me… Okay?”
“....Okay. Okay, I’ll try,” you respond softly. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I… I’ve never told anyone about this before. But thank you so much for just listening, and not judging, and accepting me for me…” While you appreciate Jaehyun’s presence at this moment, a new wave of fatigue washes over you with all this emotional vulnerability and talking. “Jaehyun… I’m still feeling really tired, so I might go back to sleep. Sorry, I know you came all the way here to see me, but here I am being shit company,” you apologize regretfully.
“Oh! That’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jaehyun stands up from your bed to leave. When your fingers slip from each other, you feel an acute loss of warmth—both in your hands and in your heart. He makes his way to the door, slipping on his shoes, and your heart sinks. There’s something you badly want to ask of Jaehyun, but you’re too much of a coward to tell him what you truly want. You don’t want to be on your own right now, but you’d probably be asking too much of him. Accepting your fate, you settle in bed, attempting to take a nap so restless you’re sure will be of no help to your exhaustion.
However, Jaehyun himself stops in the doorway. He turns back around, a distraught look on his face. “(Y/n)... I don’t want to assume, but are you sure you want to be alone right now?” he begins. “I mean, we just had this really heavy talk. Can… Can I keep you company? I promise I’m great at cuddles—that’s what all my other friends say anyway when I annoy them with my hugs.”
When you nod, that’s all it takes for Jaehyun to shuck off his shoes, strip his jacket, and climb into bed with you. With your ear against his steady heartbeat and his comforting arm around you, you’re asleep in no time. It’s the best you’ve ever slept in months.
#pawz reqz ✒️. <3#wiping my tears rn#IF U SEE ME CRYING ABOUT THIS AGAIN IN THE FUTURE... NO U DIDNT#just perfect all the way through#such an amazing writer im in awe#<333#bestie jaehyun i luv u#xixi i luv u
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jaehyun oomf
#i am not ur bestie 😡😡#jk actually we are besties i love u bestieeeeeeee 🥰🫶🩷#we're on the best friends to lovers arc just waiting for it to reach the lovers stage#hes online a lot more than we think drop the burner @ jaehyun 👀👀👀👀#he put this message w the pic i have as my icon i luv him#i luvvv himmmmmm that's my bestieeeeeeeeeee
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doyoung: the reserved
━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)
☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!
☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: brief cockwarming, degradation kink, slight praise kink?, name calling, a lil mean dom!doyoung, unprotected ☆ WC: 3k ☆ SYNOPSIS: another drunk night out and you’re knocking at his door in the middle of the night for cuddles, or so he thinks?
☆ AUTHORS NOTE: i originally wanted this to be a cute fluffy lovey smut, but boy did i switch it up halfway through lmao it’s filthy like the rest, enjoy and hopefully this puts yalll to sleep. shoutout to my bestie nikki for helping me hehe luv u bubs
3:12 AM. If only Doyoung could ignore the heavy knocking on his door and drift back to his sweet slumber, but he knows better than to leave you drunk and alone. He groans and stumbles in the dark, the warmth of his sheets leaving him quickly. As he rubs his eyes open to brace himself for your drunken appearance, Jaehyun’s voice is urgent on the other side of the door.
“Can you hurry and open up? I hear your footsteps, I really need to pee!” His housemate’s whisper is more than threatening. He can hear your gentle, whiny voice behind the door.
“Is Doie asleep?” You whine, “maybe we shouldn’t wake him. You know how he hates people going into his room and I think he has class tomorrow.”
At the end of your sentence, the door swings open to reveal a tired Doyoung in his utterly adorable cozy pajamas. Though it’s beyond dark, your hazy image of him is more than glorious and a baffling desire to fall into his arms overcomes you. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, (Y/N). I appreciate your consideration, though.” His voice is hoarse and raspy from sleep, unlike his usual chirpy tone.
“Hi…” His sudden presence has you growing shy at the sight of your housemate. You being the shy one is a rare sight as it’s usually the other way around. Doyoung has always been quieter and more kept to himself, to the point where it’s normal for him to lock himself in his room to be alone. Nonetheless, he does quite enjoy your company.
“Hey,” Doyoung chuckles and coolly crosses his arms across his chest, playing into your bashful act. He swears he���s over you and there are close to no romantic feelings involved, but it’s always the soft glow that surrounds you that he can’t seem to shake off. Doyoung may have had a one-sided love, but he knows that you can’t go to bed without him when you’re drunk. What a bad habit you’ve formed.
Despite his initial crush on you, Doyoung still completely adores you. It’s too hard not to. You understand him the most in this whore of a house and you’re as close to his ideal type as he’ll ever meet in college. Considerate, kind, life of the party, intelligent, funny, willingness to be vulnerable. The list can go on, but he’ll have to stop himself if he still wants any chance at a relationship with someone else.
Though he’s never confessed, let alone told a single soul about how he used to harbor some feelings for you, he simply knows you won’t see him the same way and oddly enough, he’s grown to silently accept it. When you’re sober versus when you’re drunk are two different spectrums. He isn’t sure how he ended up being the one you cuddle every time you come home drunk, but it definitely confused him at the very start.
However, the moment you’re sober and it’s daylight, it’s as if the night never happened. Despite the occasional physical affection, everything is platonic and you’ve made that clear as the day remains cloudless.
The process of getting over you wasn’t painful, it just never fully goes away. He’s come to accept that you’re an amazing person and since he’s gotten physically and emotionally intimate with you, it’s better that you two remain good friends.
But this practically explains why you are the only person Doyoung will wake up in the middle of the night to comfort. On top of that, he hates dealing with drunk people…with the exception of you.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You play with your fingers behind your back and Jaehyun rolls his eyes at this strange encounter he’ll never understand.
“I know you didn’t have Jaehyun aggressively beat at my door to simply ask me this question. Are you giving me the option to decline?” Doyoung’s snarky smirk is recognizable even in the lack of light.
“Well, I don’t want to bother you--”
“Come in, the bed is going to lose its heat.” Doyoung cuts you off abruptly, gently holding out his hand for you to take. Jaehyun groans and stomps his way to the bathroom, finally relieved to be free.
Doyoung quietly shuts the door, locking it as he does every time. He slowly lays you down in the spot he was sleeping on to ensure you have the maximum amount of warmth and follows in on the other side quickly.
Laying on your side, you two face each other in the comforting silence. Underneath the blankets, Doyoung naturally snakes his arm around your lower waist, pulling you into his body until your legs are tangled with one another.
Inches away from his face, he notices that you’re oddly quiet for being drunk. His finger lightly brushes against your cheek and draws his brows together in concern, “do you need to throw up?” You shake your head, eyes dropping anywhere but his own.
“Do you want kissies to sleep?” It’s a common thing you usually ask him for, using terminology that intoxication has coined for you.
You call his name and he perks up to listen, “I’m not exactly drunk.”
He blinks at your statement, slightly confused as to why you’re requesting to sleep with him tonight. “Explain?”
“I had a sip of a mixed drink at most.” Rolling your eyes, you pout at him. “I was only pretending to be drunk so Jaehyun wouldn’t ask questions about me wanting to come into your room.”
Doyoung still doesn’t understand your motives. “So what is sober (Y/N) doing waking me up at this ungodly hour? She knows better.” He tsks, facial expression is slightly bewildered.
“Because I saw someone at the party who looked like you, except slightly less attractive.” Your voice grows a bit more bold and seductive, “but he was wearing such a hot outfit. I couldn’t help, but imagine how good you would actually look in it.”
He gulps when he feels your hot hand holding his forearm. Your grip is tight, thumb drawing circles on his skin. “W-What was he wearing?”
“It was a white button up, but the first five buttons were unbuttoned and you can just see the few lines of his toned stomach.” Your hand trails up his arm, spreading across his chest. “And the black slick belt, fuck. It reminded me of the one you usually wear for your econ presentations. You know I go wild for a nice professional fit.”
Doyoung can’t believe what he’s hearing. You’re definitely more eloquent and explicit with your words when you’re sober. Nonetheless, he’s incredibly turned on by the fact that you came back horny at the thought of him and how your hand is sliding its way down to his waistband.
“Should I dress like that more often?” Doyoung follows your moves, running his hand up your shirt to grab your tit. “Because I don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself if I do.”
An uncontrollable whine comes from your throat when Doyoung runs a thumb across your nipple. “I know it turns you on to watch me lose control, you’re call.” His other hand draws your chin closer.
His hot breath hits your bottom lip, “I’ll consider it then.” His lips crash into yours hungrily, tongue lapping with yours over and over. Doyoung hooks underneath your thigh and places your leg across his lower half. Grinding into your pelvis, you can already feel how he is slightly hard through his thin pajama pants.
Nose pressing into skin, that’s one of the reasons why you love making out with Doyoung the most. It’s as if he can’t get any closer, but he does and he tries until you’re suffocating in each other’s presence.
His soft lips glides and traces so tenderly, his kisses feel individualized. It’s customized exactly to how you like it and how he seemed to figure it out puts him in another category of intelligence and skill.
Doyoung pulls away, leaving a yearning for more. He subtly checks the time behind you, 3:47 AM. “Are you tired?” There is slight guilt in your voice when you notice the hesitation in his face.
“A bit.” He apologizes, but you clasp your hand over his mouth.
“Why don’t you just put it in me? That will satisfy me enough, I just want to feel full and we can still cuddle.” You do feel bad for waking him up for sex, forgetting that this man has a normal and healthy sleeping schedule.
He raises a questionable brow, “never tried that before, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sorry for waking you.” You bite at your lip in anticipation.
Doyoung tsk again, rolling his eyes until they reach the ceiling. “Me waking up and opening my door for you was my choice. Besides, you know I can’t keep my hands off of you given the opportunity.”
You pout, kissing him on the lips once more. “Now take off your cute shorts, so I can check how wet you are.” Doyoung demands, which causes an increase of a flow down there. Nevertheless, you listen and discard every piece of clothing you had on.
When Doyoung swipes at your cunt, you react greatly to his touch. “Dripping.” is all he says as he licks his fingers clean of your juices.
He follows to take off his clothes quickly, lazily pumping his cock in one hand and toying with your clit with the other. You’re squirming, as you hold onto his forearm to steady yourself. However, the pleasure is undeniably delicious, the flavor hitting at the tip of our tongue. “Doyoung, I want you.”
He sees the strain in your face, lip bite and eyes closed shut. You’re holding back so much, he can tell by how your sporadic hip wiggles all because of his fingers. “Have you always been this needy, baby? Wanting to be full of my cock so late at night? You should know better.” His raspy chuckle is the absolute death of you. Your eyes open immediately when his hand pulls away and grabs at your waist to pull you closer. A heavy heat spreads across your chest, completely blindsided by his hot comments.
You and Doyoung have slept together a handful of times and let’s say, this man is deadly with his dirty talk. He’s just one of a kind, a fuck like no other and it drives you to see stars. He is always so reserved and posh, a true well-mannered and neat man. Doyoung is tastefully seductive, not sleazy or flirtatious.
His banter always has you second guessing, wondering if there is some sensual implication behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t sugarcoat; when other men shower you in endless praise and boring, generic compliments, he makes sure those nonsensical comments don’t get to your head. He praises you in a way that makes you feel special, individualized.
But he knows you don’t want to get praised, you get enough of all that already and you know that you’re attractive. While Jaemin gives you sugary sweet pet names, Doyoung calls you the nastiest ones in bed. Something about it thrills you, a refreshing kind of attention.
“Only for you.” You pucker your lips, with an innocence in your charm to persuade him.
Doyoung looks at you with sharp eyes and a haughty smirk on his lips. He uses his knee to open your legs and a quick hand to hold it up, aligning his tip at your entrance. You two still lay on your sides and face to face, breast pressed against chest. “Such a pretty slut.” He gently plants the softest kiss on your cheek, as he enters all the way in until he’s practically in your guts.
A gasp crawls up your throat, but Doyoung places a hand over your mouth to keep you shut. “Don’t want Jaehyun to come knocking again, do we? Be a good girl and shut up.” He holds back his own moan, the feeling of you wrapping around him makes him feel hazy and full of lust.
Nodding, your arms fall around Doyoung’s neck and the skin on skin hug is more than comforting. His hot cock twitches inside of you, reminding you of the fullness at the literal pit of your stomach. Your friends have always talked about cockwarming and how sweetly intimate it is, but is it bad that you just want Doyoung to fuck your brains out?
Doyoung glances at you with hesitant eyes, “baby, are you doing okay?” The shift in tone and mood catches you off guard. This is something new for both of you and Doyoung wanted to make sure it is still pleasurable for you.
You clear your throat, sinking onto his dick until you’re touching skin. Doyoung groans and narrows his eyes at the sudden movement. “Sorry, getting comfy. Wanna sleep now?”
His hands glide down your back, finding their way to squeeze your ass. Your leg rests on top of his own and you two are locked in each other’s embrace until you’re both suffocating -- just how you both like it. His eyes wander down, as if he’s contemplating something. “I’m not sleepy anymore…” He clears his throat with light strokes against your skin.
“Then fuck me?” The politeness in your voice causes the switch almost instantly. Doyoung grips your hips, shallowly fucking you into the sweetest escape.
“Always wanting to be filled, baby.” His whisper tickles your neck as he dots small kisses under your chin. Your mind whirls with temptation and pleasure, unaware at how dark and lustful Doyoung’s eyes have become. “Love being used, my doll?”
His thrusts quicken, with the strongest squeeze on your ass. Every powerful hit has moans and whimpers falling from your lips, and you’re beyond lost for words. A soft “mhm” does nothing for Doyoung, this man wants a verbal answer.
“Answer me properly.” He stops, filling you up to the brim again. However, he starts grinding your hips into his own and the simple move lights up every endorphin in your body. His tip rubs against your spot perfectly, making it even more difficult to speak. With arms failing, you hold onto his shoulders for your dear life. “Fucking you so good that you forgot how to speak? Let me hear you, (Y/N).” Your name falls in a faltering moan.
You’re so close, your grip feels tighter with each movement. “Love being used, love being fucked by you.” Your eyes shut for a brief second, before Doyoung tsks.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” When you peer at him, Doyoung blinks with fire in his dark pupils. His stare is deadly, but the eye contact only drives you further.
His movements halt and just as you’re able to sigh with disappointment, he snakes a hand in between your bodies and rubs at your aching clit. Your body seizes at the electricity that comes from your most sensitive place and Doyoung continues with longer thrusts.
His hips match the pace of his rubs, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. Doyoung knows you want to be loud, covering your mouth to muffle your endless streams of moans and profanity.
“All it takes is an outfit to get you horny. Pathetic.” He can feel that you’re on your edge and any second, you’ll explode in the palm of his hand and all over his cock. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in a pretty one next time.”
Your heart is racing and you can only nod in response.
“Now, that’s my good girl.” Doyoung smacks your ass harshly and that’s enough to send you tipping.
With a shiver down your spine, you bite your lip at the heightened pleasure. Every muscle in your body jolts and your pussy is already sore, you can’t imagine how you’re going to feel in the morning. A small yelp and trembling legs later, you’re pulling Doyoung as close as you can. He feels your walls squeeze around him and he can barely push his last thrusts in before following in your release.
Both of you pant heavily in each other’s arms, Doyoung holding you against his sweaty chest as if he’s afraid to let go. You swear that you feel him give you a light squeeze through the hug. He grows soft inside of you and the feeling of him pulling out is pure disappointment and emptiness.
“We should try that again.” Doyoung chuckles, getting up quickly to grab some wipes for you.
“I don’t think we did that right.” You laugh, the chilly air cooling your heated body when the blankets fall off.
Doyoung sits in between your legs, gently cleaning you up. A tiny, cute smirk appears on his face. “Then, we should definitely try it again. Y’know, the right way. Trial and error, we have to keep doing it until we can get it right.”
“Doie, if you want to sleep with me again then say so.” You tap his nose as a way to lightly tease at his usual timid demeanor and his way to beat around the bush.
He rolls his eyes, even in the low light, you can see how they glimmer. “Who was the one who knocked on my door tonight?” He retorts, tossing the wipe away and dressing himself again.
“And who is the one blatantly suggesting that we try cockwarming again?” You taunt, eyebrow lifted and lips puckered.
He scoffs, joining you in the sheets. Doyoung plants a quick kiss on your cheek, “you just wait until I put on my black belt and white button up. Then, we’ll see who’ll be talking.”
“Don’t walk around the house in that, you might turn on more than just me.”
Doyoung flicks your forehead, “those idiots wouldn’t know a hot man even if it hits them in the face.”
You can’t help, but smile at this silly and sweet boy. You’ve always adored Doyoung, it’s hard not to. If there was anyone in this entire mess of a house that you love coming home to, it would be him. And secretly, he feels the same way about you too.
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hiiii ive just been sittin here thinking about jaehyun watching u lick ice cream 🍦 and getting super turned on that he doesn't even let u finish the ice cream before grabbing ur face 😳😳
also hii I luv ur works and was wondering if I could be 💙 anon?
hello new bestie <3
this is like ideal bc i think jaehyun loves sloppy kisses. kisses that not only involve tongue and a lot of spit swapping, but kisses that make you both mess up your clothes/hair/make up. he loves that he can taste what flavor you were eating too. but at the end of the day, watching you lick that ice cream cone made him hard (not the first embarrassing boner he’s had), and he wants to watch you lick him like that.
but also, ironically, seeing vanilla ice cream drip down your chin or your fingers and he just has to take you right there. but that’s another story <3
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Bestie I must tell you something. I think...Jaehyun is the one🤥 he is the ONE for me :((( I luv him he’s so quiet and weird hehe-crush
jaehyun is a treasure, u got a good one there <3
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for the blorbo meme!!! NCT
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): taeyong, my favorite, my bestie, my beloved, etc etc.
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): MARK LEEEE, my overachieving babyyyyyy 🥺
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): DOYOUNG!!! idk if he's underrated tho since I feel like most people recognize his talent
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): this changes every week but I think my glup shitto of the moment is Jeno!!! he has so much energy and u can tell he always has fun when he's on stage. luv that for him.
poor little meow meow (���problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): jeffrey jaehyun mr prada ambassador who never texts back his 97 group chat friends.
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): chenle but only because he would torment me first. I've seen those screenshots of his bubble messages. he loves to triple quadruple x-goes-to-infinity-uple text!!!
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): kun & his nft
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