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☥🪓 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ In This Darkness | Shinjiro Aragaki x Reader

summary: after 10/4 events Shinjiro is badly wounded, in which you have to look after him, but one thing leads to another.

cw: mentions of violence, blood and wounds, dry humping

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write smthn a lil angsty for him for soooo long but still kinda smutty (take that with a pinch of salt bc u hoes are getting edged) so here it is! Might make a part 2 :p

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Shinji winced as you laid him down on his bed gently, the green moonlight from the window illuminated his face whilst he was still covered in his own blood. There was no way that he would be able to sleep peacefully tonight with all the memories that were swirling around inside his head. You tried your best not to look at his wounds too much but they still haunted your thoughts. It had been almost two years now you’ve been friends, you noticed he was different, softer, more gentle with you. Although, Shinjiro subtly took care of everyone in the dorm, apart from himself which was something you had picked up on after spending so many hours together gardening or cooking. But now, he was laying beneath you bleeding.

“You just gonna keep starin’ at me or-“ He chuckled weakly before wincing again, “Sorry!” You quickly snapped out of thought, getting out some antiseptic for his wounds. “Do you mind?” You questioned, gesturing to his sweater. “Oh, right.” He muttered, as you began to help him remove his iconic turtleneck. His shirt unveiled his broad but toned shoulders, the rest of his torso perfectly sculpted with a small amount of muscle. He was a big guy, but in the best ways possible. Clearly, Tartarus had been doing him some good. You continued to carefully disinfect his wounds whilst he flinched slightly everytime you touched them. “Hey,” Shinji’s eyes looked up at you, a sense of vulnerability behind them. “Lie down, it’ll be easier on your body.” You could tell he wasn't used to being treated with care, and although it was comforting you didn't want to hurt him any more than necessary. “Okay…” He mumbled, not sounding fully convinced, while lying back against his pillow. You sat down by his side, careful not to press on his wound, and placed an arm on his chest, steadying yourself. The contact making your heart race. You tried to focus back on the original task at hand, and began cleaning up his injuries again. You were about to move your hand towards a particularly nasty cut on his stomach, when he grabbed it. The feeling of his cold hands made yours warm up. “No need, I can do it myself.” He shook his head, you let out a chuckle, knowing that he probably wouldn’t get very far without your help if he was even going to try. “You can’t keep tryna’ reject help Shinji,” Your voice became serious, “you’ve been through a lot of shit today. Just let someone take care of you.” He sighed softly, letting go of your hand. You moved your hand away and resumed tending to his injuries, relieved to see that his wounds weren't bleeding anymore, although they would still need to be checked over in the morning. “Thanks.” He said quietly. Your gaze met his, before darting away once more. “Anytime.” Your voice was quiet, hoping he would take that offer seriously. You were glad that he at least trusted you enough to somewhat let his guard down around you compared to how quickly he would reject Mitsuru or Akihiko.

“How are you feeling?” Your voice broke the silence, shifting slightly under the weight of his stare, “Could be worse.” He responded. “I cant believe those Strega assholes would go that far…”You remarked, he hummed in response, “Yeah.. They’re pretty fuckin’ evil, aren't they?” You smiled lightly, “Only the one that struts around with the revolver, seriously who does that guy think he is?” He rolled his eyes at you playfully. You turned your attention to his chest, “I'm surprised you aren't more worried about yourself…I mean you've been hurt a lot.” You commented, glancing up briefly to see if he was offended, but he didn't look upset at all. “It’s fine, I can handle myself just fine.” He assured you firmly, “It’s just a couple of wounds.” You stared into his eyes, trying to make sense of his dismissal, Shinjiro’s self-destructive habits had become more and more evident since he came back to the dorm.“Just a couple of wounds’ Shinji? You could have died!” He frowned at your words, “So what? It's not like I haven't taken worse hits before. You know I can easily protect myself.” Dismissing your concern again. “That doesn't make it okay! You could have gotten killed, do you not realise how reckless you sound!?” The tone you were using caught his attention again and he glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your expression. Before he could even say anything further you interrupted him, moving closer to him. “I don't care what you say, but the tough guy act isn’t gonna keep you alive much longer.” He huffed, not knowing how to respond to concern unless it was from Akihiko, unfortunately he couldn’t call you a muscle-fueled moron and go on with his day. You let out a soft sigh as the tension in the air became thick, awkward and strained. You weren't sure exactly what to make of this Shinjiro compared to the one from three years ago. You already knew that he was a rather stoic guy, but there was always this hidden pain within the steeliness of his personality. “Shinji,” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his, he flinched at your touch before relaxing slightly, “Promise me you’ll be careful. Please stop putting yourself in these situations where you might not come out alive.” He stared at you for another moment before speaking, the words coming slow and cautious. “I can’t promise anything.” He spoke, carefully releasing your hand, his eyes looked up sadly into yours, the guilt emanating off him strong. “But I'll try my hardest, for you and Aki.” You nodded, satisfied. “Thank you.” Shinji looked away once more, and you watched him intently, forgetting how close you was sitting next to him. The proximity was becoming unbearable. His bronze eyes met yours again, erupting butterflies in your stomach. A shiver ran down your spine, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words failed you. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to kiss his pain away. You wanted to hold him and comfort him until he fell asleep, wanting to feel him in your arms. But you couldn’t. Not now, maybe never. Perhaps that would be better. You wanted to leave, to leave now before the emotions you felt became too much for you. But he was too close, it wouldn’t work anyway.

“You alright?” His voice sounded confused, worried. You snapped out of your trance, realising that you had been staring at him for several seconds, completely transfixed. You pulled back slightly, clearing your throat as you did so. “Yup, sorry, I was just thinking.” You mumbled, forcing a smile onto your lips. “Thinking?” He asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Uh huh.” You replied, looking anywhere but at him. You could hear his breathing hitch, obviously he was struggling to contain his emotions at the moment. Shinji knew you weren’t telling him something. “About?” He pressed further with that smooth raspy voice of his, almost daring you to answer. You swallowed hard, “Nothing important,” you whispered, “Just…a lot happened today.” You admitted, trying not to let his eyes pierce straight through your soul. “Hey, I’m fine now.” He replied. “It really isn’t.” You muttered under your breath. He didn’t reply to your comment this time, instead opting to stare at you. Your eyes locked, as the both of you sat in silence. The air between you becoming thicker each passing minute. “I- We cant lose you Shinjiro” You finally breathed out, breaking the eye contact and focusing your gaze on the ground. He called your name, his voice was soft, gentle, almost tender. “I’m alive right now, and that’s all that matters” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Your heart melted at his words, resisting the urge to lean forward and brush your lips against his. Instead you remained silent, allowing his words to wash over you, as you both gazed into each others eyes, waiting for the other to break the tension. Neither of you willing to make the first move, neither able to look away.

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted the silence that had fallen upon the two of you. “Can I come in?” Akihiko shouted from outside, startling the pair of you. “Gimme’ a minute!” He shouted back. You shot a quick glance at him, before standing up. “I should probably go check up on the rest now…see how they’re doing.” You said as you turned around to begin making your way towards the door, only for his hand to grab your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to look at him. “Wait.” He said, holding your wrist tightly in his hand. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “Can you come back when Aki

leaves?” Shinji asked, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His tone of voice caused you to pause momentarily. “Yes, of course.” You replied after a few moments. He smiled faintly, “Good.” Your gaze wandered toward your hand, still grasped by his, and you began to pull it away slowly. He released you immediately, stepping away as well, averting his eyes from yours. “Thanks again, for helping me and….stuff.” He trailed off, smiling faintly. “No worries, Shinji.” You smiled, taking an extra second to soak in the sight of his handsome face in the green moonlight. You swiftly exited the room, quickly greeting Akihiko, “What was that about?” He questioned you with a raised brow, watching you closely. You shrugged sheepishly, “Nothing, just helped him with his wounds, that’s all...” Turning to continue walking. Akihiko gave you a concerned look, obviously sensing something else, “Is everything alright?” He pressed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just tired, and stressed out, y’know.” You responded vaguely, practically feeling his piercing gaze burning holes into your head- but he seems to accept your answer anyway. “Thanks for looking out for him, seriously.”

“Of course, Shinji's not alone.” You smiled at him reassuringly, and finally left him alone with Shinjiro, deciding to return to your room to freshen up.

About a while had passed, the green moonlight returned to its original shade, the night breeze cooling your heated skin as you walked down the hallway creeping downstairs to boys floor. The conversation you had with Shinjiro earlier replayed in your mind. The thought of him want to seeing you again made your cheeks flush with heat. Said thoughts were quickly interrupted by ur phone chiming, ‘you coming or nah?’ a notification from Shinji lit up your screen. ‘i’m literally outside lol’ You typed back, a small smile gracing your lips. Approaching his door you lightly tapped on it making sure no one else in the dorm could hear before pushing the door open and stepping inside. “Hey,” You said quietly, closing the door behind you and making your way over to his bed. Shinji had taken off his beanie letting his brunette hair lay above his shoulders. He glanced down at you, a small smile appearing on his face as his eyes trailed over your figure. “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sitting down on his bed across from him, closer this time. His brown eyes bored into you, biting his pink lips slightly. “M' Fine, just need these wounds to heal.” You nodded, time heals all wounds after all. “So,” You shifted closer to him, “Why did you ask to me to come back here?” Asking out of pure curiosity- not desperation. “Because…” Shinji trailed off, a deep blush covering his face, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Cause?” You prompted. “I wanted to thank you…for what you did.” He managed to choke out. You stared back at him, a small smile crossing your lips. “Shinji..” You leaned forward, placing your hand gently on his cheek, leaning towards him so you could see his face better, shocked at how cold his cheek was. Your thumb running along the edge of his jawline as you leant in even closer. “I want to be here for you,” You whispered into his ear, his eyes darting nervously in between yours. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” You continued, brushing your lips against his cheek gently. His body tenseed under your touch, head snapping up to meet your gaze. “Don’t say things like that.” You could hear the strain in his voice, his eyes scanning your face carefully. “Why shouldn’t I?” Your voice was quiet, barely audible. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He breathed, leaning forward yet again, his lips mere inches away from yours. Practically feeling his breath tickling your face, causing goosebumps to form on your exposed arms. You felt yourself getting more and more nervous as his lips inched closer to yours. “Dont try shut me out” You urged softly, pressing your lips against his. Your hand reached for the back of his neck, tangling your fingers into his short locks of dark brown hair. You pulled away from his lips, pulling back to look into those eyes. “Shinji…” You whispered softly, tracing patterns on his cheekbones with your thumb. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, clearly overwhelmed by the fact that you kissed him. “Tell me why you have to leave." Searching his eyes for an answer. "Its not fair.” You muttered, bringing your lips back to his, kissing im once again, letting out a content sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. His hair became tangled in your fingers, whilst you tugged slightly on the strands, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, his body pressing against yours completely. His hand soothed under your shirt, caressing your skin tenderly. Your legs moved to wrap around his hips, as one of his hands cupped your breast. You moaned into his mouth whilst grinded himself against you. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in pleasure, as his cold hands continued to roam underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You arched your back against him, giving him better access to your sensitive flesh. Your fingers dug into his muscles, trying to cope with all the stimulation, but when you closed your eyes to relish the feeling of his strong embrace, you would remember the way the knife sliced through his soft skin. The way blood poured forth from the same flesh you was embracing.

You pulled back slightly from Shinji’s mouth, gasping for air, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, meeting his gaze. Too much was going on in your head, too many emotions flooding your heart. What happened today, your reaction, the way his eyes gazed hungrily at you, every single event swirling around in your head, making you unable to comprehend anything that was happening around you right now. “You okay?” The sound of Shinjiro's low voice rumbled through your chest causing shivers to spread through your whole body. “Is this too much for you?” He asked tentatively, pulling his hand away from under your shirt, moving both his hands to cup your face gently. A sudden pang of guilt pierced your heart. This wasn't what you intended on doing. He shouldn't be doing this now, not when he’s in this state. Not after what has happened to him today. But you couldn't stop yourself from craving more. So you shook your head, your eyes pleading to reassure him. Shinji placed another soft kiss on your lips, holding eye contact with you the entire time. “Then don’t make me stop,” He spoke seductively against your lips, before kissing you again deeply, pulling you so close to him that you were almost laying on top of him. It was clear that he didn't want to stop either. His arms were tight around you as if he doesn’t want you to leave ever. You knew this was probably wrong, but god does it feel good. Everything about this moment felt right, and somehow it made you forget how much pain you both went throught that night.

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mangozcat · 3 years ago

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if it's alright with you, may i request a jaemin or jeno angst with fluff at the end (lmao idek how it's going to be possible because i'm thinking of cheating au) but depends on you! you can leave it out. yes pls w a lil smut here n there up to you :) hurt me again pls need to feel something

btw i saw in your last post i hope you're feeling better :( you can take all the time you need pls just take a rest and eat lots of food and drink lots of water and take medicine if really needed. love uuu take care <3

genre -- cHEATING beware, VERY SLOW SMUT, theres a fingering scene yay, fluff and angst sandwich, established relationship, LOL FIRST FIC WITH PROTECTED SEX R U PROUD, reader is a virgin, i chose to annoy you with a stupid mc yw <3, lowkey jeno has a corruption kink, the usual bad boy/good boy triangle trope, a bit of exhibitionism but it doesnt last too long, im a terrible person for this, i fuckin suck at slow smut, AND YES THE ENDING IS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY IM SORRY

a/n -- i'm a hoe for jaemin so you know i'm eager for this one btw ur the cutest anon ever and i love u too!! <33 i kinda mixed both jaemin and jeno, and you’ll see what i mean! hope you enjoy <3 I PRESENT TO YOU: A MESS but jenos part made me horny af

im sorry this took forever im a busy person (i lied im just lazy)

"I feel like I'm going crazy," you whined, tugging at the roots of your hair. staring down at your homework, all the words seemed scrambled and you were utterly drained. homework wasn't exactly your specialty- well, hours of it at least.

you felt hands massaging at your shoulders and someone chuckling behind you. you hummed in delight at the relaxing sensation, dropping your head to allow for better access as your eyes fluttered shut.

you could feel his breath on your neck with every hushed word, and you could hear the comforting tone of his voice as he gently sang to you, relaxing you easily. jaemin truly was a blessing, and you were appreciative to have him here with you.

"I'm sorry, jaem," you murmured quietly

jaemin hummed questioningly. his fingers worked out the knots in your shoulder and you smiled. "I know you didn't exactly expect to sit over here and watch me do my homework for the past hour and a half."

turning in your chair, although you weren't thrilled to lose his massaging hands, you wandered over to him and straddled his lap happily. he shrugged, hands going to your waist and gripping firmly, beginning to rub circles into the clothed skin.

"it's okay, I was just enjoying the view."

you felt a blush rise to your cheeks and your eyes widen a tad, instantly looking away, it took you a very short moment to realize he meant your clothes; a big sweatshirt and no pants. considering you were at home and busy doing homework when jaemin arrived, you forgot to change into something a bit less revealing.

"jaemin!" you exclaimed, biting at the inner skin of your mouth in an attempt to distract yourself. truth be told, you were happy that jaemin noticed you and thought you were attractive enough to admire your exposed skin, but there was just one issue.

you were a virgin (jaemin was your first boyfriend, but you'd never tell him that) and you never exactly understood the whole idea of romantic feelings. and by romantic feelings, you mean arousal- you weren't acquainted with the term all that well.

of course, you didn’t think jaemin cared about these facts. he could see your shyness and innocence, and he never seemed to press for much more out of you. although, the two of you only had been dating for a month or two now, you thought you had a general idea of how he felt towards you.

“yes, pretty girl?” jaemin questioned, bringing one of his hands up to your face. he cupped your chin, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly. you laughed at the sensation, feeling slightly ticklish from his touches. he grinned at you, admiring the cutesy way you closed your eyes with the biggest smile on your face.

you hummed at the boy, leaning forward to peck his lips quickly. “you’re the pretty one,” you said quickly, averting your eyes from his gaze. you could hear jaemin chuckle, but he cooed at you, pulling you back in for another kiss, though it lasted a bit longer than the previous.

“I think you mean handsome,” jaemin said, raising a brow questioningly.

immediately, you shook your head. “I said what I said.”

jaemin only smiled and shook his head, pulling you in for another kiss.

this is how your relationship with jaemin went. he’d come over and give you sweet kisses and whisper comfortingly in your ear. he knew you were dedicated to school, but he was willing and patient. if he ever overstepped any boundaries, or made you uncomfortable, he was by far the kindest man you’d ever met, and apologized wholeheartedly.

if he messed up, you’d hear him outside your bedroom door, whispering apologies. of course, he rarely messed up, and you always gave in soon. you’d open your door to find him looking upset, his eyes puffy from obvious previous crying. you’d give him a hug and tell him everything was okay, and then you’d cuddle on your bed until the two of you fell asleep, or jaemin had to leave.

your relationship with jaemin had a sense of peace written within it. it was as if your life was some fairy tale off a page, serene and extravagant. you didn’t know much about this whole dating thing, but you were ready to try.

when you met jaemin, you were closed off. your boundaries were extremely spread and you weren’t ready for anything serious. in fact, you’d never thought about dating before a day in your life. he came to you in one of your classes, asking you to tutor him in the subject, and it started from there.

when it came to work, you were serious, and your shy nature was practically thrown out the window. jaemin told you that he learned a lot, when in reality, he just had his chin in his hand while he started at your face. you could feel his eyes during those moments, but you didn’t dare look up, only continuing to ramble on.

he came to you with his test scores, giving you a big hug when you saw he was passing each one. of course, you didn’t think he really needed you, and was only pretending to not understand the subject, but you appreciated his praise anyways.

from there, the two of you were friends, and one day, he just asked you out. he told you everything would be nice and slow, and that he promised to never hurt you. you trusted him- besides, he’d never done anything bad before to make you think otherwise.

jaemin stayed true to his word throughout everything.

the one problem was; you didn’t.

it was a mistake. something you knew shouldn’t have happened, and it’s not like you wanted it to happen. you were sweet and shy and innocent, but alcohol does things. parties do things. and honestly, you regretted ever listening to jeno and showing up in the first place.

“just one drink won’t hurt you, baby,” jeno murmured into your ear. in your compromising position, trapped between his arms with your back against the kitchen counter, you weren’t sure you could deny him.

he had a sultry look in his eyes and a husky rasp to his voice. you could feel his breath on your neck, and the warmth of his body, only a mere inches away from touching your own. internally, your mind was screaming, and everything was becoming hazier and hazier as time went on.

you didn’t want the drink. you had places to be tomorrow and it was important to wake up early. get a good night’s rest, take a relaxing bath- so why were you here? why were you slowly beginning to nod your head to his request, giving in to his enchanting aura.

jeno had always been eye candy. he was attractive, somewhat sweet looking while looking sexy all the same. he’d attempted to woo you a few times, but you never gave in. he was nice, but you had jaemin. after your first drink, you couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend.

he was at your house right now, waiting for you to get home and cuddle with him. you wished you were there. yet, once jeno’s hands touched your waist and he had that dangerous smile on his face, you couldn’t help but compare your boyfriend to the man in front of you.

“you’re such a pretty baby,” jeno said, smiling. he tugged your body closer to his own, and you could feel every curve of your own body press against his. it was bittersweet, a feeling you enjoyed while dreading it all the same.

you wished he was jaemin, and in a way, you pictured him as such. as if that made the moment any better. you were clearly drunk, your words slurring and your eyes hazy, glossed over with a gentle fog. every time you saw jeno’s face, you closed your eyes and imagined it as jaemin.

eventually, after many drinks, their faces merged together and you couldn’t tell the difference. when jeno’s lips finally found your own, his hips pressed against yours and he tugged you impossibly closer, savoring the taste of you.

you weren’t sure how long it’d been since that night. you’d be lying if you said that you remembered all of what happened. everything was foggy and you realized; you were so incredibly shitfaced that night and you don’t even know what prompted it.

after the party, you woke up in jeno’s bed, stripped down to your bra and skirt, but you were still acutely aware of the presence beside you. jeno had been awake then, a pill and some water waiting on the bedside table for you to wake up and finally let the light hit your eyes.

you panicked at first. how could you not?

little memory, half naked, and in a bed with someone who was obviously not your boyfriend were three signs of trouble. after jeno explained everything, telling you how sorry he was for taking advantage of you, and giving you a drive home, you managed to make it to your bed before rolling up in a ball and crying nonstop.

it felt traumatic to you. everything happened too fast and it made your head swim, dizziness taking over. you were both relieved and heartbroken to find a little note on your laptop from jaemin, and his absence. you felt like you royally messed up, but at the same time, it felt so scary to think about coming clean.

after a long healing process for yourself, and a supportive and forgiving jaemin by your side (he was convinced you were heartbroken because you forgot to meet up with him), you managed to make it through the next month.

“what are you thinking about, baby?” jaemin hummed, making you acutely aware of your surroundings. you were resting in his lap, head thrown back against his chest. your eyes were staring at the tv, deep in thought.

he could tell something was wrong, that’s just how he is. he’s good at reading you and you’re scared he’s a bit too good. if he just looked a bit harder, you were sure he would know what happened that night, and expose your filthy secrets.

despite this, you put up your facade, beaming up at him as you straightened in his hold. turning, you threw your arms around his neck and leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss.

he smiled into your touch, pulling away just to give a small peck to your lips again.

“you,” you replied smoothly, grinning against his lips. he smiled cheekily, pulling you closer and embracing you warmly. his hands roamed down your back where they rested, stopping short above your butt before parting, coming to rest at your hips.

you hummed at the touch, savoring it for as long as you could before your alarm sounded, sending an echo throughout the room. jaemin huffed, only tugging you closer and hugging you.

“do you have to go?” he questioned, peppering your neck with kisses. you had a class now. of course, it wasn’t important and you could always spend time with your boyfriend and come up with an excuse for your absence later. you were definitely leaning towards that idea more than going.

“stay?” he asked, looking up at you. bringing his hands to your face, he cupped your jaw before dotting kisses across the skin, forcing you to lean your head back and relish in the feel of his lips. “for me, pretty girl?”

god, you wanted to stay.

“and what do I get if I stay?” you teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. he visibly shuddered, making you chuckle. he sent you a grin, pulling you closer to his chest.

“what would you like?” he asked. he closed his eyes blissfully, lashes full and dark against his skin. his cheeks were rosy, his lips plump and slightly bruised from your previous, hungry kissing. “what can convince my baby to stay?”

you smiled at the boy, admiring his features. jaemin was always eye candy and he never failed to take your breath away. suddenly, you felt lust overtake you, overcome by the need to admire as much of this beautiful man as you possibly could.

you were drunk on his essence, his aura- his everything- as you stole a kiss off his lips. he smiled, a beaming kind of happiness radiating off him in waves. hesitantly, you rose your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. every movement was particularly slow, careful, and precise. his breath caught in his throat and your eyes never left his lips, only darting up to his eyes once.

“no convincing needed,” you murmured quietly, stroking the skin of his face with your finger. you got closer- gradually- and as soon as your breath hit his skin, close enough to feel the warmth of your body, it was as if jaemin was struck with something.

what had been slow suddenly turned rabid and the breath was instantly stolen from your lips when he captured yours in a passionate kiss. this one was serious, opposed to all of your prior kisses. it meant something much more than it appeared.

at first, you could sense apprehension within jaemin’s actions. but as soon as his lips hit yours and his hands tugged at your sides, slipping under your shirt to rest on the bare skin, you noticed he was ready, just as you were.

this was what he wanted- what both of you wanted.

your hands slipped from his face and found his shoulders, pushing him back gently. he got the memo, instantly falling back against the covers, his lips never parting from yours. his fingers on your hips sent a shiver down your spine, despite the small, lingering ticklish sensation erupting from the spot.

your tongue met his, a mix of saliva and passion. he pulled away after a brief moment, his lungs filling with air as a heave overcame him. he wasn’t finished though, as you were quickly turned over, now laying beneath the gentle boy as his lips found your collarbone.

he teasingly kissed the area, erupting both a pleasant and annoyed sigh from you. you were painstakingly aware of his member pressing against you, forcing you to realize something; this was it. you were about to lose your virginity to a boy you cared for- though a fear still lingered within you.

sensing your pause, jaemin halted, finding your eyes. “is this really what you want?” he asked. he wasn’t sure what answer he wanted. he knew you were apprehensive of sex ever since the two of you started dating- hell, at first you were scared to kiss him.

“I think so,” you murmured, looking at him.

he grabbed your face gently, rubbing circles into the skin of your cheek, making you close your eyes at the comforting feel. “that’s not an answer I can trust, pretty girl,” he said sadly. “I need a definite answer.”

your eyes fluttered open after a moment, drinking him in. he looked just as scared as you were- after all, this was his first time too, right? jaemin was always a gentle boy, and that’s one of the reasons why you liked him. this felt right. finally, after a harsh swallow and a nod, you spoke.

“yes. I want this.”

jaemin didn’t need to hear much more. he sent you a soft smile before his lips found yours, and his kisses became more aggressive and hungry than you were used to. you somewhat liked the new pace, finding it easy to lose yourself in the pleasure he brought you.

when his hips suddenly snapped against yours, your back arched against the boy and a moan left your lips. he took advantage of your open mouth, slipping his tongue in to mingle with your own. your legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer so you could feel even more friction.

your head lolled back against the covers, a shiver wracking your body at how intense everything felt. nothing much had happened, but every sensation was new and incredibly pleasuring for you. you were clinging to jaemin, moans escaping your lips almost infinitely.

“you sound so pretty,” jaemin said, his voice husky. a groan left his lips when your hips met his own, pushing against him. almost instantly, his eyes closed and his head fell against your shoulder. seeing his reaction, you did it again, noticing how his grip on you got tighter every second.

when you tried to do it again, his hand held your hips down to the bed, making you frown. “why’d you make me stop?” you whined, trying to snap your hips up and out of his hold.

“I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he whispered into your ear, making a blush erupt on your face.

“oh...”

you were surprised- though excited- when jaemin’s fingers found the band of your underwear. his lips were still on your neck, kissing softly, while a fire began brewing upon the skin his fingers trailed. he was under your panties, making you nervous.

his finger teased at your slit, making an instant moan fall from your lips. you tensed at the feeling, a bit embarrassed when you realized how close he was to your pussy. it was washed away though, when his thumb rubbed slow circles into your clit, causing you to dig your teeth into your bottom lip.

his middle finger teased your entrance, before slipping in. you whined at the feeling, a breathy moan leaving your lips. you weren’t used to this sensation- an indescribable pleasure wracking your body. jaemin was enjoying himself, watching your facial expressions with curiosity and aiming to please.

“feels really…” you murmured, feeling your words slip away. he curled his finger up, slowly thrusting. the spot felt different- good enough make anyone fall limp. it was a toe-curling sensation and you stilled, your breath caught in your throat. a second later, you let out a choked moan, “g-good.”

“yeah?” jaemin murmured, pressing his hips into yours. he was incredibly hard and you could tell. a surprised gasp left your lips once he removed his finger, grinning mischievously. “this will feel even better, baby.”

when he started unbuckling his jeans, you fell back, attempting to catch your breath. you tried to prepare yourself for what was about to happen, though you knew it was pretty much impossible.

you lifted yourself up on your elbows, watching as jaemin opened his wallet that was tucked in the back pocket of his jeans. he grabbed a condom from the pocket, putting it between his teeth as he tugged down his trousers. when he took of his underwear with one hand, the other helping his teeth open the gleaming package, you felt a blush on your cheeks.

your first instinct was to look away. but, strangely enough, you couldn’t. as much as you wanted to respect him, your eyes stayed glued to his naked form. his chiseled abdomen and a perfect v-shape leading to his dick- and his dick; it was scary how big it was, and you found yourself wondering if you could even handle him.

jaemin merely observed you, a red tint on his cheeks. though he pulled both of you out of his when he put the condom over his dick, leaning down over you and getting into position. “you sure?” he murmured, asking again, his nose tickling your neck. he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the skin there.

“yeah,” you said, cupping his face. you forced him to look at you, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m scared but I trust you.”

he smiled.

lifting your legs with his hands, he made sure he could position himself perfectly between your legs. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your heartbeat in your chest. in your position, pressed against jaemin, you found reassurance in one thing; his heart was beating wildly too.

it was slow. the seconds felt like hours and it eventually felt like an eternity. his tip seemed to tease your entrance for ages, before he started to gently push into you. you tightened your grip on jaemin, biting your lip to mask the pain. he was big, and you felt like you were being stretched uncomfortably.

eventually, he was fully inside you, and the pain had slowly started to subside. your head lolled back and your breathy groans quickly turned to moans. it felt good, and you couldn’t deny that you understood now why people were so obsessed with sex.

it felt so good, so sweet, like you were on cloud nine.

when jaemin noticed that you were ready for him to move, he started to thrust. your eyes snapped open and you let out a moan, clawing at jaemin’s back. “f-fuck,” jaemin murmured in your ear, feeling your walls tighten around him uncontrollably.

the smell of sex filled the room, and the echoing sounds of moans mixed with groans bounced off the walls. you wrapped your legs around jaemin’s waist, pulling him closer.

your lips met for a messy kiss, constantly broken by the need for air. as a band began to build in your stomach, jaemin’s moans began getting louder and louder. your moans had long turned to cries and you were desperately grasping for jaemin.

something was missing, and you needed it- though you weren’t sure what it was. you felt good and it was only getting better by the second, but there was something; it wasn’t enough.

“n-need more, jaem…” you said, closing your eyes tightly and trying to reach your breaking point.

he groaned in your ear, before one of his hands managed to sneak between the two of you. his thumb desperately rubbed at your clit and you cried- that was exactly what you needed.

all of a sudden, you snapped, your vision going white and your ears filling with a dull ringing. you panted, staring up at jaemin dreamily. he continued to thrust, making you hiss, though he finished a fee moments later with a grunt.

he collapsed onto you, holding his weight with his arms. “baby…” he said, though no words followed. he just laid there, holding onto you for dear life, as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

you couldn’t have asked for a sweeter first time.

[now playing: you right by doja cat]

you stared blankly at your shopping list. you’d read over it about 5 times now, but still, every word seemed scrambled and you just couldn’t realize what it was you were shopping for.

you had been standing in the shopping aisle for about 10 minutes now, an empty cart beside you. eventually, you said screw the list, and started putting whatever you wanted in your cart.

cookies can’t hurt anyone, right?

these donuts too.

maybe I should get those poptarts.

“that’s a lot of junk food, don’t you think?” jeno said, his breath hot on your neck. you jumped, turning to stare at the boy. your heartbeat was erratic and you immediately shoved him back.

“you could’ve given me a heart attack!”

jeno shrugged, though an amused gleam was shining in his eyes.

“and no, it’s a perfectly healthy amount.”

jeno nodded as you strolled your cart off, trailing behind you. he watched as you shoved stuff into your cart. “several doctors would disagree,” he said, watching you struggle to reach something on a top shelf.

he grabbed it for you, tossing it in your cart. you mumbled a quiet thanks to the boy. “well, doctors aren’t exactly always right,” you said matter-of-factly, strolling forward.

jeno tossed his arm around your shoulders, smiling.

“we should talk,” he said.

“about what?”

he turned to you, trapping you against the shelves with his arms. the aisle was otherwise empty aside from the two of you, and you had never wished for the presence of strangers more.

“about you begging me for my cock at that party, baby,” he said quietly, a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. your eyes immediately widened.

“i didn’t do that-“ you said hastily. you remember making out with him- of which you regret-, but you don’t remember even remotely getting past the kissing.

“oh yeah, you did.”

his eyes were dark, lust swimming in the shallows. “you even told me exactly what you wanted,” he said, inching closer to you. you gulped. “you wanted me to spread your legs and give your cute little pussy kisses. then you wanted me to ruin you with my cock.”

you blinked at his vulgar words, shrinking under his hungry gaze. “I could do that right now, couldn’t I?” he asked, his lips right beside your ear. his hands wandered, finding your hips and inching under your shirt. he teasingly tugged at the waistband of your pants, pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin.

you flinched at the sensation, feeling a bubble in your throat. you struggled to find your words and everything came out as merely a little gasp. “It would be so easy to take you in the bathroom, y’know? or take you to my car.”

your heart was beating profusely and you were on the verge of moaning, picturing the scenes he was painting in your head.

“maybe I’d paint you in my cum,” he whispered.

suddenly, jeno pulled back. he admired the flushed look on your face, and the way your knees were seconds away from buckling. he sent you a sweet smile before backing up.

“hope you have a great shopping trip.”

god, what have you gotten yourself into.

it didn’t take long for you to hook up with jeno. he was too tempting, sending you filthy texts every night before bed, all of which lead to heated sex with jaemin while you internally moaned jeno’s name.

you ran into each other at a cafe, and you couldn’t deny how alive he made you felt. he managed to talk you into letting him finger you in public, which was a surprise for you.

you never imagined yourself being into something like that. but jeno seemed to bring out the more daring part of you. you ended up getting a text from jaemin in the middle of it, which made you feel nothing but regret.

you promised yourself it wouldn’t last. jeno was a mistake and you wouldn’t let him ruin your relationship with jaemin. yet, you couldn’t uphold the promise.

you were finding yourself more and more drawn to jeno. the hookups became more passionate and frequent, and sometimes jaemin was even in the same room as the two of you.

you felt terrible, but you were attached to jaemin. you didn’t wanna break his heart but you genuinely enjoying being in a relationship with him, even if you were cheating.

but, of course, something had to go wrong.

you found yourself frozen, a cold chill running down your spine, as you took in the scene. jaemin, holding your phone in his hands, a white settling over his pretty skin. his eyes held hurt and he couldn’t even bring himself to look at at you.

you knew immediately:

jaemin saw jeno’s texts.

and almost instantly, your heart broke in two.

but it was too late: jaemin’s heart was already shattered.

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