#myung jaehyun smut

[ihangelic]

KISS CULTURE ꒱ m.jaehyun

synopsis. after his xmas date doesn’t go to plan, you’re now taking care of a sick and clingy jaehyun that’s determined to get you under the mistletoe despite everything. (alternatively: jaehyun’s sick, horny, and very persuasive.)

pair. jaehyun x afab!reader

genre. smut but also lots of fluff, small attempts at humor

warnings. established relationship, jae’s endearingly annoying, no pronouns used for reader, petnames (baby, ‘princess’ used twice), switch vibes? (not sure but it’s hot), making out, reader wears knee-high socks & jae really likes them, kitchen sex, oral (reader receiving), hardly mentioned exhibitionism? (you fuck in front of a window but nobody can see), jae licks your thighs lol, creampie, aftercare

wc. 4.7k

note. #thighmanjaehyun (>u<) please consider reblogging if you like this! it helps spread an author’s work and gives us motivation to write more. <3

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it’s 7:30 in the evening. by this time jaehyun thought he’d have your hand in his and your cup of hot coco in the other, walking while looking at the christmas lights and displays— probably stopping every so often when a cute little shop catches your eye. and then jaehyun would take the opportunity to ‘coolly’ pick up whatever you’re admiring right after you set it down, insisting on buying it for you.

well, he certainly isn’t looking very cool right now and neither does he feel it— because you have him lying down in your bed, wrapped in 3 layers of blankets despite him sincerely trying to tell you he’s not even cold.

“i knew there was a possibility we’d end up in bed together by the end of the night, but i didn’t think you’d be the one to make the first move.” jaehyun jokes, signature puppy smile and laugh suddenly disappearing when a cough distorts his features.

“oh my gosh, baby. just shut up and lay down.”

you nag like a worried mother as you try to make jaehyun lay against the angled pillows you’ve tentatively arranged— rather than sitting up on your headboard like he currently is.

“wow, so desperate. not even gonna do a little foreplay before you get in my pants?”

“jaehyun!”

he giggles, all maniacal and cute like usual, making it all the way through without coughing this time.

“see that!” your boyfriend points out the small triumph, sitting up again right after you finally got him to lay in the right position. you don’t withhold your sigh of disapproval.

“i don’t even feel that bad! it’s just a little migraine and drainage. i can still take you out, baby.”

“no. going outside will probably just make you worse. we’re staying in and i’m taking care of you.” you insist.

jaehyun pouts, looking up at you with boba eyes that beg for you to just let him take you on the date he came over to execute. his cute little face almost convinces you if it weren’t for his ‘shining’ eyes that eventually drip from how watery they are, realizing it’s from irritation.

“i’ll go get you some tissues.” you say with concern, standing up immediately as the first tear streaks down his cheek. jaehyun groans and his cheeks burn in embarrassment, cringing at his failed attempt to ‘woo’ you into having his way while rubbing at the moisture with his sleeve.

you return quickly with a box of tissues cradled against your body, a bottle of medicine and cup of water in either of your hands.

“nooooo!” jaehyun childishly whines, flopping his head against your pillows and splaying his arms for extra dramatics. you’re not sure if the reaction is because he’s anticipating the gross taste of the medicine or if he sees taking the liquid as admitting defeat; that yes, he is in fact sick— and that means taking you out for a date is totally out of the question.

“yunie, come on. be good and take your medicine.”

he responds with a sigh, but otherwise gives in without any fight, surprising even himself with a sudden wave of weakness. (and…okay, maybe he isn’t feeling at his best right now.) so he begrudgingly lets you play nurse, defiant wiggling against the sheets coming to a stop— but it isn’t without a grumpy pout on his face as he refuses to look at you.

(you can't help but find his avoidant eyes and immature act a little cute.)

“good boy.” you say without thinking, focusing on opening the childproof lid of the medicine bottle.

but your boyfriend definitely notices the little pet name, his heart jumping as his eyes flick to your face for just a second before he remembers he’s supposed to be pouting, looking back down to his hands resting over his blanket covered chest.

unbeknownst to your boyfriend's inner struggle, you pour the thick purple liquid inside the cap until it reaches the measuring line, sitting the bottle down and slowly bringing the medicine to jaehyun’s mouth. he responds exactly how you thought he would— which isn’t well.

jerking his head to the side to escape the cursed purple sludge that the bottle’s wrapper swears is flavored ‘bursting berry blast’ (whatever the fuck that means? jaehyun doesn’t want his berries to burst nor blast), he simultaneously grabs your wrist that holds the cap.

you’re not annoyed— honestly you’re still pretty endeared by your crybaby of a boyfriend. but you do actually want him to take the medicine. he needs it. so you try to put your foot down, sighing a little more roughly before speaking.

“baby, please don’t make this difficult. i think you’ll survive one swig.”

“i hate that stuff, y/n! it makes me gag!”

you poorly resist laughing at how ridiculous jaehyun looks as he desperately tries to puppy-dog eye his way out of the situation again, in the back of your mind wondering how often you’ve let him have his way for him to repeatedly try this trick on you.

“tough it out, princess.”

“God, you’re so mean to meeee!” he whines and squirms, abruptly stopping with a gasp as you can tell an idea has struck him.

“wait, i know!”

“what?” you ask suspiciously, having this funny feeling that his idea probably doesn’t involve him actually taking the medicine and has everything to do with distracting you.

jaehyun’s bright expression turns into a proud smirk as he lifts a brow while looking at you. “kiss me and then i’ll take the medicine.”

(…well, you were partially right— kinda.)

“take the medicine and then i’ll kiss you.”

and jaehyun (ever the beggar and evidently not the chooser of tonight) agrees. “fine. but pour it down my mouth quickly so i can take this nasty shit like a shot.”

you smile smugly at getting your difficult boyfriend to agree and jaehyun is forced to see your stupidly cocky (yet undeniably pretty) face as one of your hands grasps his tilted chin to make sure he stays in place. leaning closer until your chest to chest (which must excite jaehyun a little, because you swear you hear and feel his breathing pick up at the press of your breasts against his pecs, hand moving to rest on the small of your back), you raise the cap to his lips and he obediently opens them (thank God). doing as he asked, you pour the liquid quickly into his mouth. jaehyun swallows it with a grimace, gagging immediately after.

“quick, kiss me!” he cries as though your lips on his will take the bad taste away.

you pull yourself out of his hold before he can force one on you— jaehyun’s squeezed shut eyes opening wide while he watches with clear betrayal as you get up from the bed to put some extra distance between the two of you.

“you…lied to me?” the boy asks, and you’re shocked at how much guilt strikes your heart when he speaks in such a soft, surprisingly heartbroken sounding tone.

“i’ll still kiss you. i just didn’t say when i’d do it.”

despite trying to say it gently, jaehyun’s eyes still sadly sink to the floor, a pout yet again forming on his lips as he turns on his side and lays down against the pillows. you wait for him to whine and complain so you’ll know he’s back to normal and not legitimately sad— but he doesn’t.

walking forward to the side of the bed he’s occupying, you kneel down, his sad little squished face revealed to you. “baby..when you get better i promise to give you all the kisses you want. you wouldn’t want to get me sick too, would you? then i wouldn’t be able to take care of you.”

“i really don’t think i’m sick though. it just feels like bad allergies.” jaehyun softly rebuttals, shiny eyes looking at your soft gaze adorably. (and at that moment you really do wish you could kiss him.)

combing your nails through his hair as you speak, jaehyun’s eyes flutter shut at the soothing sensations before blinking them slowly open again.

“can’t risk it.” you whisper. “i’m sorry, baby.”

“it’s okay.” he reassures you, moved by your genuine apology. “i was just really looking forward to this evening. while we walked around looking at lights, i wanted to buy you hot coco and stuff from the shops. n’ after i wanted to take you to the pavilion at the square.”

you coo, heart fluttering at how romantic jaehyun can be. “aw, that’s a really good date idea, baby. i bet they have the pavilion decorated all pretty for the holidays.”

“yeah, they do. there’s even mistletoe hung on the ceiling. wanted to kiss you under it while surrounded by all the pretty lights…”

you pause, cheeks warming at his soft confession as giddiness fills your heart. goosebumps cover your arms despite feeling very warm.

you press a kiss against his forehead, unable to help it. jaehyun’s tiny frown turns into a soft smile instead.

“i love you. fuck, you’re the sweetest. don’t talk like we can’t do that anymore just because you’re sick right now. the moment you’re healthy again you better take me on that date.”

jaehyun giggles softly, even when a small cough interrupts it— there’s still a smile on his face.

“you got it, princess. i love you too.”

you wake up in the morning to the soft smell of eucalyptus, the scent left over from the vaporizer you turned on for the night in hopes it would help jaehyun’s drainage.

normally you’d feel the comforting weight of jaehyun’s arms around you, but you don’t. confused, you turn over to see the spot next to you empty. rising from the bed with the intention of finding your missing boyfriend, the moment your feet hit the cold hardwood floors you’re pausing the search to put some high socks on before immediately going back to your pursuit. (it doesn’t take long to find him, being that your apartment isn’t the biggest.) you somewhat groggily walk through the hallway and end up in the kitchen— where you see jaehyun standing over the stove, sizzling something in a pan.

“morning, beautiful!” he smiles, all chipper and completely awake. “do you want an egg over your rice?”

“…aren’t you still sick?” you ask, morning voice apparent— and jaehyun notices it, judging by the teasing little spark in his eyes, but he doesn’t act on it as he responds to you.

“nope, i feel great! all back to normal. i told you it was just allergies, baby.”

“well, i’m glad i was wrong.” you smile, walking closer to wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head on his back. “and yes, i’d like an egg with my rice please.”

“i gotchu, baby. while i finish our breakfast why don’t you go brush your teeth? i recall being promised ‘all the kisses i want’, but i can smell your morning breath from here.”

you gasp with offense and softly slap your hand on jaehyun’s back, the boy laughing as he looks down at your playfully annoyed expression.

“mean!” you whine, failing to conceal your smile.

“i’m just trying to get back at you for last night.” jaehyun defends, apologizes tacked on after to make sure you know he’s genuinely kidding— but regardless you do descend to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth, and rangle with your bed head— not bothering to change out of your cozy pajamas.

you and jaehyun eat his yummy breakfast at your small dining table, the room lit up by the light reflecting off the snow-covered ground outside, shining through your frost framed windows.

after tag teaming the dishes, you’re finishing washing the last plate when you realize jaehyun has left your side.

“jae?” you murmur, setting down the white porcelain and turning your head, only to see your boyfriend absolutely cheesing it up with a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers, holding it above his own head like an adorable idiot.

“oh my God,” you giggle, fondly shaking your head as you abandon the sink and fully turn to face him. “where did you even get that?”

“i may or may not have snuck out early this morning to buy it…” he admits in an almost sheepish tone before quickly covering it up with a ‘flirty’ (endearingly goofy) raise of his brow. “now kiss me! it’s going against culture to not!”

“what culture?” you ask in an incredulous yet obviously amused tone. despite acting difficult, you slowly inch closer and closer to jaehyun.

“chr- christmas culture? saint nick’s? fuck if i know, just kiss me!”

“are you sure you’re not still sick? you sound pretty delirious to me.”

“i’m not!” jaehyun whines dramatically.

you’re unable to control your teasing, even as your feet are about toe to toe with him. “really? i swear your eyes still look a little watery.”

“because, y/n! i’m about to cry if you don’t fucking ki—“

granting him sudden mercy, you wrap your arms around his neck and plant your lips on his.

kissing jaehyun is always amazing, but in this moment it really hits different. the air is warm with the thermostat set high, but your skin remains slightly chilled, creating a heat between the meeting of your mouths. it sends a pleasurable tingle throughout your whole body— and so do jaehyun’s hands, which must have dropped the mistletoe, because they’re roaming all across your back and squeezing appreciatively at your waist and hips.

you’re not sure who’s fault it is for the way things take a turn, the sweet kiss becoming desperate and hungry. maybe it’s the slight chill driving you to want more warmth— the way your nipples remain hard against the rough fabric of your button up pajama shirt, even as jaehyun’s warm hands slip beneath the material to cup your breasts.

all you’re sure of is that you really want to keep kissing jaehyun— but with less clothes.

he must have the same desire because he’s backing you up without breaking the kiss until your back meets the counter, lifting you up and setting you down on it. you wordlessly spread your legs so jaehyun can stand between them, the man humming appreciatively before he eagerly leans into your lips again. his hands work blindly to unbutton your shirt— and judging by the sudden brush of air against your chest bone, he’s doing a good job at it.

when jaehyun parts from your lips to trail his kisses across your jaw and down your neck, a string of spit connects you before shortly breaking. you moan as jaehyun sucks a mark onto the soft part of your neck; the area he knows is your weak spot; that gets you wet and desperate for him every time— while he gently pushes your opened shirt off and lets it slowly fall down your shoulders.

“mmm, jaehyunie. more.” you shudder, your boyfriend responding by grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin of your throat, causing your thighs to tremble with want as you whimper and fist your hands into the material of his shirt.

“look who’s whining now.” jaehyun smirks, his voice taking that deep tone that’s so different from the higher pitched voice he usually speaks with. it sparks a fire in your belly, and suddenly all you want is for him to keep kindling it.

“pleease, yunie. touch me more.”

“okay, baby.” he whispers, leaning down to give one of your nipples a quick peck, leaving it glistening.

jaehyun takes one step back to pull his own shirt over his head, your eyes immediately dropping down to his toned stomach— and then even lower, to his hardened length that’s tenting in the confines of his pants. you’re about to express disappointment that he hasn’t removed them yet, but the words die on your tongue when his hands go to your own waistband.

he takes his sweet time, teasing you by slowly pulling them down. when the peek of your white socks are revealed, starting just below your knees— jaehyun’s trek pauses, eyes zeroing in on the sliver of fabric showing.

“jaehyun?” you ask faintly, the words floating in the air like a snowflake that’s about to dissolve. still, it breaks jaehyun somewhat out of his reverie, previously slow pace gone as he impatiently tugs your pants completely off and drops them carelessly to the floor.

“what are these?” he questions breathlessly, both hands holding your calves tenderly.

“my..socks?” you answer, but your tone sounds like it’s a question— confused as to why your boyfriend seems to like the clothing item so much. they’re just plain, no little bow or detail to them at all. “my friend bought them for me.”

“i like them.” jaehyun confirms, one finger slipping beneath the band of one sock to pull it back and snap it against your skin. an airy gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, feeling your clit pulse between you legs.

“you look so sexy in them, baby.”

“y— yeah?”

“yeah.” he says, a little throaty as he bites his lip, eyes roaming from your calves; thighs; to your pantie covered core. he pulls you by the crook of your knees until you're at the edge of the counter, his hot breath puffing between your legs. “but i think they’d look even better framing my head while i eat you out.”

your heart thrums in surprise as jaehyun pulls your panties to the side and immediately attaches his mouth to your wet pussy, groaning at your taste that coats his tongue as he swipes it through your folds.

nudging at your thighs, you understand his signal as you move your legs to rest on his shoulders. you do think it looks sexy; your legs working as a frame— not because of you, but because of your boyfriend’s face stuffed in your pussy while his usually puppy-like eyes now stare up at you wolfish and hungry. you’re glued to his gaze, unable to look away as your mouth drops open with a moan, jaehyun flicking over your clit with his tongue. the action resounds with a wet sound that has your cheeks burning and toes curling with pleasure as you lean back against your hands.

“please, jaehyunie. please, please.” you beg, mind dwindling into too much of a mess for you to even decipher what it is you’re asking for. but of course your boy seems to understand, slipping a single digit into your wanting cunt.

jaehyun easily pushes in knuckle deep, your eager pussy practically sucking him in— so he adds a second finger and looks back up just in time to see your eyes roll back.

“ah, that’s what princess needed, isn’t it? pussy needs filled up?”

your brain short circuits for a moment before you nod your head, opening your previously squeezed shut eyes to look at him. the second you do, he rewards you with his mouth back on you again, licking and sucking at your clit and folds, moving his head up and down with his enthusiasm. his fingers pump and curl inside your cunt expertly, finding yourself losing control of your reactions and coming closer to release.

jaehyun feels your legs trembling before you’re suddenly hooking your ankles and clenching your thighs around his head, the man moaning in ecstasy as the squishy flesh of your thighs press against his cheeks and create a dizzying pressure on his skull.

his fingers plunge deeper inside of you as his lips stay wrapped around your clit, determined to have you gushing in his mouth— and you do, falling apart with only a wanton whine to warn him as your back arches and eyes close in pleasure.

jaehyun practically growls when he watches your lewd expression as you cum in his mouth; how your hips start to grind against his tongue and fingers as you ride out your high. your skin is now burning hot beneath his fingertips; hair unstyled and a sexy sort of mess as it got disheveled amongst your pleasure; the white light shining through your windows like a halo above your head. (jaehyun’s sure he’s never seen something so beautiful.)

you’re panting when you finally come down, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded as jaehyun licks at his lips, savoring your taste as he stands to his feet.

“still got it in you, baby?” he asks as he looks at you with dark eyes, hand groping himself over his pants.

your pussy yet again clenches with need at the dirty display.

“yes, yunie. want your cock in me.”

at your words, jaehyun pulls his drooling dick out, yanking his pants and underwear down just enough so his balls are free. you slip your panties and socks off (causing jaehyun to curse under his breath at the arousing sight) before getting down from the counter, instead turning around to bend over it. it’s only then that you notice how your windows have the blinds raised up, leaving the two of you completely exposed.

“shit, jae! you just ate me out with the blinds open!”

“yup. and now i’m about to fuck you with the blinds open.”

you lightly flinch when jaehyun slaps his cock against your cunt, smothering it in your juices despite how he’s already lubed up enough by his own slick. despite your muttered words of embarrassment for him to shut the blinds, your back arches as you present yourself to him, causing jaehyun to smirk from behind you.

“nasty little thing, talking like you don’t want to be seen when i can literally see you clenching for it.”

(realistically, you’re on a high floor and the windows are foggy from the temperature difference outside. no one should be able to see you two. but still, the idea excites you and has your pussy pulsing tightly as jaehyun slowly pushes inside.)

“fff— fuck, oh,”

“that’s it.” jaehyun hisses between his own clenched teeth as he looks down, watching how your cunt sucks him in so eagerly— how it molds perfectly around his cock. his sexy voice does nothing to help your quivering and sensitive insides; how your skin almost tingles with arousal. you only lose more control as jaehyun makes his first deep thrust, falling forward onto the counter as your breasts press against the cold marble.

“shit— please!” you choke, but there’s no need to beg as jaehyun sets the pace.

his fingers find home in the softness of your flesh at the bend of your thigh, holding you in place as his balls slap against you with momentum.

you’ve lost all shame, crying out in pleasure as his hard cock invades your insides, cupping your own tits with your hands to play with your peaked nipples. you can hear jaehyun’s pants behind you— which are turning more moaned and broken by the second.

turning your head to see your gorgeous boyfriend, your eyes lock, and it’s evidently your turn to see his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“fucking shit— fuck! baby, you..you look so g—“ he’s unable to even finish his sentence when you clench tighter around him, cutting himself off with a groan as you’re already reacting to his praise before he’s fully said it. “i— i’m..g— gonna cum if you keep doing that. oh my God.”

“do it, jae.” you croon breathlessly, but jaehyun swears it’s like a siren’s call, sinking him further into delirium. “be a good boy n’ cum in me.”

you watch and listen as your boyfriend lets out another string of expletives, fingers tightening around your hips as he snaps into you even deeper— harder. your mouth hangs open in a silent whine as one of your hands keep working at your bud, moving the other down to swirl around your clit. jaehyun’s cock pulses inside you and you feel the electricity in the air; a band of energy pulling so taught it has to snap.

“give it to me, yunie! please!”

and the band breaks— you and jaehyun’s throaty sounds echo in your apartment as he floods your pussy with his cum, your own release dripping down your thighs. your legs tremble yet you still push back against his cock, getting slower and slower until he has to pull out from sensitivity.

you stay in your bent over position, too tired to move but also appreciating the cold of the counter as you lean down and press your cheek against it. you can barely see jaehyun from the angle before he drops to his knees, slightly trembling hands holding onto your thighs. you lift your head, thinking his knees have given out and about to start asking if he’s alright when you feel a stripe being licked up the inner part of your leg.

“jae?”

“just lemme clean you up, baby.” his hot breath puffs against your skin.

you lightly gasp as you feel his hair and nose brushing between your thighs, tongue so close to your heat as he licks up your juices until it’s all gone— and all that remains is a light trail of his glistening saliva from his tentative care.

after tucking himself back inside his pants and grimacing at how dirty he feels, he helps you off the counter and into his arms as you lean against his chest, still finding your strength.

“we need to clean up.” jaehyun whispers reverently, his hand brushing little shapes and swirls into your spine, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“m’ too weak.” you hardly mutter, letting your eyes fall shut.

“baby…did you forget you’re butt-ass-naked in the kitchen right now?”

your eyes snap open. “oh shit.”

“yeah. but don’t worry about it.” jaehyun says, stopping you with a gentle hand when you try to reach down for your clothes that were previously dropped to the floor. “we’ll take a shower together, hm? i’ll help you.”

another tender kiss to your forehead, a little bit of coaxing— and then you give in, letting yourself be led in jaehyun’s arms to the bathroom.

after showering, more kisses, and getting dressed; your energy has returned— and so has jaehyun’s.

“can i take you on the date now!” he exclaims, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“baby, it’s not evening yet. we won’t even be able to see the christmas lights when the sun’s out.” you reason, and luckily that doesn’t dampen jaehyun’s spirit.

“oh, right! well— then we should marathon some christmas movies while we wait!”

your smile is so big you have to bite your lip to try and contain it, as always finding jaehyun’s usual enthusiasm absolutely heart striking and infectious. you nod your head ‘yes’ and he’s already taking your hand to walk you out of the bedroom and into the living area, rambling on about snacking on popcorn; popping some cookies in the oven; and asking if you have eggnog.

but all his words come to a halt when you sneeze behind him, and it’s like you could hear a pin drop or a snowflake fall.

turning his head and looking at you with eyes so wide they look like they’re about to pop out of his skull, jaehyun’s voice shakes. “please, for saint nick’s fucking sake— please do not tell me you feel sick.”

you hold it in for as long as you can, trying to play the act well and appear as though you’re just as afraid and shocked as him— before you can’t do it anymore, bursting into a fit of laughter as you grab onto your boyfriend’s arm while doubling over.

“i’m just kidding, i’m kidding!”

“oooh, real funny, y/n.” jaehyun responds, rolling his eyes despite the fond smile on his lips. “keep going like this and you’re gonna be on my naughty list.”

“oh?” you smirk, giggles somewhat dying down as you raise a playful brow to your boyfriend. “and what happens if i get on the naughty list?”

“want me to show you?” he challenges, the spark in his eyes mirroring your own, promising mischief.

you never really know how a day’s going to go when you’re with jaehyun, he’s always full of surprises. but one thing you are rather sure of is that this boy is going to make all your christmas wishes come true.

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note. again, plz don’t just like but reblog! thanks for reading <3 i might write another ‘version’ of this fic about the date jaehyun describes wanting to take reader on! all fluff! but i might do a different member, not sure. if you have a preferred member lmk.

[hazeytae]

bnd twt links pt. 2

♡ porn links, mostly dom!bnd but take these how you will <3 , kinda filler post

sungho.

sungho treats you just like a princess 😔 ik this man a MUNCHH taking every opportunity to eat you out

he loves loves loveeesssss when your riding him and you get all needy, hips moving sloppily just chasing your orgasm n focusing on making yourself feel good

this just SCREAMS sungho. screams his name. 🫠

riwoo.

poor riwoo chasing his orgasm, taking out any stresses onto you (very sweetly tho)

he has almost no mean bone in his body... unless u pissed him off🤭 im a dom riwoo truther if u cant tell

riwoo fucking into u til u squirt on his cock :3 (i love this vid guys)

DRY HUMPING WITH RIWOO. he cant keep his hands off u!!!!

jaehyun.

sitting on jaehyuns face !! he begged for u to jus suffocate him with your cunt until you finally gave in "but jaehyun what if i suffocate you!" "but baby thats what i want~!" he whined while pulling u down onto his face 🤧

he only wants to make u feel good <3 putting his fingers to work !! doing what hes best at !!!

desperately desperatelyyyy fucking ur thighs, he said he'd be quick! but he already came 2 times- overstimulating himself with your thighs even though your practically begging for him to put it in,,, puppys being so selfish :(((

taesan.

this is screaming taesan. literally everything about this video is so taesan coded?!!

literally plunginggg his fingers in n out of you but the second your close to cumming he'll replace his fingers with his cock so your cumming on his cock for the nth time🙊

ik taesan good with that tongue. wtf. and he good asf with those fingers!! perfect for eating you out <3

taesan liiiveeesss for late night sex

leehan.

who else is here for leehan size kink... because i am!! you look way too good when hes just towering over you

lazy spooning with leehan, he just looovvveeesss seeing you in thigh highs

he loves when you fuck yourself back onto him, he cant get enough of the way your body chases his cock when he pulls out slightly, almost like you cant be apart from him at all and he finds that sosososooo sexy

[ang3lvrse]

WHELP CAPERS — m.jh

in which, you start ovulating in the middle of the night—something that your puppy catches on to even before you did

GENRE — pwp (barely any plot), hybrid au

WARNINGS — dubcon, reader is ovulating, jaehyun's hybrid-like attributes consist of a tail and ears, along with a hightened sense of smell and a lot more strength than a normal person, oral (fem! rec), much!jaehyun, clit biting, clit pinching, squirting, unprotected sex (don't!), doggy, clit pinching, scenting, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT— 2.8k

NOTE — another revamp, to apologise for the lack of bnd fics from me 🙏🏻 enha ver 1 & 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a delicious smell wafted through the air, waking up jaehyun in the middle of the night. he groggily opened his eyes, his nose twitching. what the hell was that smell?

he managed to sit up, rubbing his tired eyes. he blinked carefully, still extremely sleepy. that smell… it only seemed to intensify by the minute. it was so good, but—what exactly was it?

he let his curiosity get the best of him, causing him to take a deep inhale—biggest mistake of his life. or was it?

the smell invaded his senses fully, a deep growl leaving his throat—unintentionally. his ears, that sat on top of his head, twitched. his eyes were wide open now. the smell had caused a stirring in his groin. there was no mistaking it. that smell was painfully similar to the smell that female dogs emitted when they were in heat. but—he was the only dog hybrid in this household, hell, the only hybrid in this household, so how–

he let out another groan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, as the smell kept intensifying, affecting him more than it should have. his tail was thumping madly, his cock growing harder and harder, straining against his pants, begging to be let out. he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to find out the source of the smell, even fuck it if necessary–

he quickly got off the bed, following the smell. it wasn’t too hard to track it, given his amazing sense of smell. what did surprise him though, was the fact that the smell was coming from your room—which, in retrospect, did sadden him. did you get another hybrid while he was asleep? did you think that jaehyun wasn’t enough for you?

although, when he entered your room—which wasn’t hard, considering you always kept your door ajar, just in case your beloved puppy, aka jaehyun, ever needed something—he was pleasantly surprised to not be able to see, or sense the presence of another hybrid, dog or not. however, the smell was extremely strong inside your room, causing him to bite on his lip to stop a whimper from spilling out.

he noticed you on your stomach, your hands under your head, chest rising up and down slowly, indicating that you were fast asleep. another whiff confirmed the fact that the source of the overly delicious smell in your room was in fact, you.

but how were you emitting such a delectable smell? that was something he simply couldn’t wrap his head around. his innocent and pretty human, his almost naive owner, giving off such a provocative smell? how?

he went closer to the bed, his hands twitching from the effort of trying to hold back from jumping your sleeping form. you were driving him crazy, and neither you, nor him had any idea how.

he bent down near the bed. he had a suspicion, and was proven right. the aphrodisiac-like smell was coming from your core.

he put his hands on the bed, pushing down on them, climbing up on the bed. he knew it was wrong, this entire situation was wrong. but this was your fault, wasn’t it? all of it was your fault.

why were you wearing such skimpy shorts and a thin tank top that left barely anything to the imagination, to bed? don’t you realise that you live with a hybrid, who is, at the end of the day, a man? a man with needs? needs that he desperately wanted you to help him with?

you’re always such a fucking tease to him, always in those tiny little outfits that barely covered anything, prancing about in the apartment. such a naive thing too, never realising that the look in his eyes was lust, not curiosity. always calling him your ‘sweet little pup’, like he doesn’t jerk off to the thought of your face, begging him to fill you up and breed you like the little slut you were, every fucking night.

you never realised any of his dirty fantasies, never caught him doing anything as lewd as that. you couldn’t ever think jaehyun would harbour such disgusting thoughts about you, not even in your wildest dreams. poor you, if only you knew.

but sometimes, ignorance is bliss. especially now, when you left your door ajar, for him to come inside and do whatever he pleases. you wouldn’t mind that, right? no, you wouldn’t. if you did, you wouldn’t have left the door open. you leave it open for him anyways, so why would you mind?

maybe he was trying to justify his behaviour, he definitely was trying to justify it, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. he leaned down, grabbed your thighs, and slowly pulled them apart. you wouldn't sleep in such a vulnerable position if you didn't want him to do something about it, would you?

he leaned closer to your core, taking a deep sniff from your shorts, immediately muffling a groan. the smell was so strong. with extreme cautiousness, he completely laid down between your legs, dragging his nose back and forth on the damp material of your skimpy shorts. fuck, you were so wet, and smelled so fucking delicious. the urge to devour you was extremely high.

so that's what he did. there was nothing stopping him, so why would he care? he pulled down the waistband of your shorts, your panties following them. he licked off the strings of arousal sticking to your panties from your core, his dick starting to hurt from how much it was straining against his boxers.

he trailed kisses up your thighs, as if apologising for what he was doing. he was horny, but not a complete monster. at least that's what he told himself, as he finally licked a long stripe up your slit. he felt you twitch against his tongue, a small muffled moan leaving you, the noise so subtle that it wouldn't have reached him if he didn't have a sharpened sense of hearing; perks of being a dog hybrid.

of course, what jaehyun was doing was bound to wake you up anyways, so he got right into it. he unhinged his jaw, as if trying to eat your entire pussy in one gulp, before he started ravishing you like he was a starving man and you were his first meal.

he licked and sucked, licked and sucked, whatever part he could reach. he was nuzzling his face inside your cunt, practically making out with it. the way he moaned into your pussy, it was as if he was getting relief from eating you out.

of course you had woken up. how could you not? the moment he started ravishing you, you had woken up with a jolt, the absolute unadulterated pleasure making your drowsy head spin. you could hear the sound of a tail thumping, causing you to widen your eyes in realisation—that was your little puppy!

you tried to crawl away from him, begging him to stop. “j-jaehyun w-wait, please– stop–” but all he did was let out a loud growl, the sound reverberating through your pussy, sending tingles of pleasure through you, as he continued to devour you. 

the pleasure was overwhelming, causing you to struggle to keep your eyes open. you couldn't get away from him, no, he was far too strong for you. all you could do was take what he was giving you. you couldn't help the unabashed moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips in a frenzy, begging him for more. it was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so good.

you couldn't help but grind down on his face, something that he absolutely didn't mind. he bit your clit lightly, not even realising that he was humping the bed, too intent on trying to get you to cum on his tongue. he needed to taste you, absolutely had to taste you—if your slick tasted that good, he absolutely had to taste your cum.

your head felt like it was clouded in a mist—a mist of lust. all you could do was grind back on his face, high pitched whimpers of “jaehyun”, “feel s’good” and “r-right there!”s leaving you. you couldn't think at all, his mouth feeling a little too good on your needy cunt. almost as if he was made to eat you out.

he flattened his tongue on your clit, flicking it, before harshly sucking on it. he brought his hand up, pushing two fingers inside your fluttering hole, dragging them across your walls with incomparable expertise. your drawn out gasps and whines encouraged him, causing him to drag them harder, with purpose. your shuddering body caused him to moan into your cunt, the vibrations causing more slick to pour out of you, which he gladly drank up.

he pushed his fingers in deeper, curling them, to hit a spot that had you crying out his name in ecstasy. he thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, making sure to hit that spot everytime, your loud cries and whimpers, paired with the squelching sounds from your pussy, being the only sounds in the room.

he switched his fingers with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside, shoving it as far as it would go, his face practically becoming one with your pussy. his thumb rubbed circled onto your clit at a fast pace, trying to coax your orgasm out of you. you grinded back on his face, your walls clamping around the thick muscle of his tongue.

the band in your stomach continued to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. you choked out a moan, trying to form a coherent sentence. “j-jaehyun, i’m s-so close–” you let out a loud gasp, your eyes rolling back, as he pinched your clit harshly, the band in your stomach finally snapping. your mouth was open in a silent scream, your ears ringing, as your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami. your entire body was shaking, legs feeling like jelly, as it finally stopped, your chest heaving up and down, panting.

you had never squirted before. but you did today, all because of your puppy’s mouth. as the post-orgasm clarity hit you, you realised you were ovulating—which would make perfect sense, if you looked at the date carefully. your eyes widened, as you remembered that dogs and dog hybrids alike have a stronger sense of smell. it was possible that jaehyun had smelled you, which caused him to act the way he did.

but you had no time to ponder, as you heard the sound of shuffling behind you. before you could say anything, you were suddenly lifted up, so that your back hit jaehyun’s chest, which was—bare, for some reason. your eyes widened as he tugged on your tank top, before impatiently tearing it off.

you let out a loud gasp, but didn’t have anytime to react otherwise, feeling his cock poking at your wet entrance. your eyes widened, as you tried to stop him. you tried to push his hands away—a useless move on your part. he was strong, much stronger than humans.

you had no other option but to let it happen.

jaehyun let out a loud groan, as he rubbed his angry red tip on your dripping folds, collecting your wetness. he whispered in your ear. “you don’t actually want me to stop, do you? if you did, you wouldn’t have worn these sorry excuses of clothes to bed, would you? you wanted this, wanted me to come and take you in the middle of the night, didn’t you?”

you couldn’t speak, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm sending your brain into overdrive, his words barely registering. each time his cock rubbed across your folds a mixture of pain and pleasure shot up your spine, your cloudy brain starting to register only the pleasure. it hurt, but it hurt so good.

he tapped his mushroom tip on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, causing you to flinch. he spoke in a mocking tone, making it clear that he was taunting you. “fuck princess, don’t jump like that. almost made me think you didn’t want this.”

he didn't let you answer,—not that you could, given how overstimulated you were—pushing his mushroom tip in. the tip itself stretched you out, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, as you let choked back a whimper. you unconsciously rocked your hips back, trying to get him to fuck you properly.

he let out an amused chuckle, slowly pushing himself inside. your eyes rolled back, his cock hitting every single spot, dragging across your walls deliciously. the slow pace of him pushing inside you had your back arching, ripping out a broken mewl. he felt so, so good inside you. 

even if everything about it was wrong, it just felt so fucking right.

he filled you up to the brim, and then some more. he just kept going and going and going. finally, he stopped, fully sheathed in your, the veins on his cock pulsing inside you at a rapid pace. you clenched around him, trying to make him move. you needed it, desperately needed it.

the abundant slick you were producing had made the glide way too fucking easy, your pussy clamped around him like a vice. you were a temptation that he could never even think of resisting, let alone attempt to.

his grip on your hips was tight, tight enough to leave bruises, as he pulled himself almost completely out, before slamming right back in—somehow managing to fit another non-existent inch inside of you. you had to stifle your cries, as he set a ruthless pace, one that left you dizzy—not just because of how well he was hitting all the right spots, but also because of the force with which he was hitting them.

but biting down on your fist could only take you so far, before he shoved your hand away from your mouth. without stopping his brutal pace, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering in it. “c’mon baby, don’t muffle your pretty noises. let me hear you sing, yea? need to hear how good i make you feel.”

his words somehow managed to bring out a fresh wave of slickness out of you, dripping down his length, past his balls. it was maddening, the loud sounds of squelching between your bodies, jaehyun’s grunting, and your moans. all of it combined into a white noise in your ears, leaving your brain hazy. you could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence. the slightly unaffected part of your brain screamed ‘slow down!’, while the other half screamed at him to go faster. whether you said either of those out loud, you wouldn’t know, since he was too busy trying to hit your g-spot.

he lifted your hips upwards slightly, pushing down on your back to make you arch better. the new angle had you letting out shuddering noises of pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, making you see stars. yep, he had definitely found the spot.

he pounded into you at a faster, more desperate pace, muttering furiously in your ear, trying to force an orgasm out of you again—not that he needed to do much convincing.

“c’mon baby, squeeze my cock harder, show me that you like this.”

“yea princess, you like that? like when i bully my cock harder into your sensitive little cunt?”

“fucking hell angel, pussy feels so good—gonna cum on my cock, yea? s’fucking close, aren’t you?”

he pinched your clit harshly, before rubbing circles around it at a maddening pace, occasionally flicking it. that was your last straw. your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth open in a silent scream, as your cunt squeezed around his length harshly, spasming as you coated it in your release. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, a white ring forming at the base of his cock.

his own followed not too long after, your pussy milking him for all he was worth, as he spurted load after load of hot cum inside you, veins on its sides pulsing wildly. he pulled his softening length out, despite it giving a last weak twitch inside you.

he flipped you over, carefully laying your exhausted body down, collapsing next to you. as if a switch had flipped inside him, he returned to his normal puppy boy nature, snuggling up to you, his nose dragging across your neck, scenting you—despite his scent having fully engulfed you after the rough dicking down he gave you.

your mind swam in and out of consciousness, exhausted from your previous activities, feeling him occasionally lick your neck. you could discuss what had just transpired this night later on, the next morning perhaps—but right now, all you needed was some good sleep.

[starrihan]

Arranged = In Love (Jaehyun Fic)

-> Pairing: Viscount! Jaehyun x Adopted Daughter, afab! Reader

-> Plot: Your cruel parents arrange you to marry the coldest, most disinterested man in the town. How do you fare when he acts no differently towards you than your parents did?

-> Genre: smut, fluff, angst, piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap it up!), both Y/N and Jaehyun come from troubled childhoods, Jaehyun is cold and lowk misogynistic in the beginning, crying, cruel parents, arranged marriage, little brother! Woonhak, let me know if I missed anything

-> Warnings: mentions of dead parents and potentially triggering backgrounds for the characters

-> Word Count: 10,536

-> Notes: This fic was a long one and took me a little over a month to complete. It was a request from my lovely @mikk1-lol. I am so sorry this took so long, I experienced so much writers block and literally wrote this 3 different times with me completely scrapping the first 2 ideas but I had so much fun writing this! I absolutely LOVE writing royal/ renaissance AU type fics and hopefully receive more asks about them in the future!

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

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He always kept his nose buried in his work. As the next Viscount of the Myung estate, he couldn’t afford any distractions. There was a lot of unfinished paperwork to attend to, many files to fill out. Not to mention the pressure his grandparents had put on him as the new head of the household not so long after the death of both his parents, soon after he became a teen. Ever since then, his chaotic and carefree spirit had slowly dwindled away, leaving him to always be a shell of the person he once was, so serious, so tightly wound. 

He was nearing his mid-20’s, the age at which most men would be concerned with finding a wife. But he never cared to find a wife— at least not this early. He had too much to worry about already, but even then, his grandparents insisted he find someone to marry. He refused to find anyone on his own, always making excuses as to why he wasn’t able to find a date. It was then that his grandfather got fed up, arranging for him to meet with different women in hopes of finding a wife. But he never paid any interest to his dates, not caring about them or what skills they possessed or what stories they wanted to share. 

He had hoped that this disinterest would stop his grandfather from finding more dates, but it only kept him going, determined to find someone for him. It was like he knew everyone from everywhere, calling ladies from many towns away in order to meet with his grandson. But as time went on, the dates became less and less, much to his appeasement. He continued to focus on his work without the worry of marriage following him around, for now. 

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The sound of broken glass filled your ears, the sharp noise hard to drown out. You wince, watching your mother smirk as she deliberately dropped a glass tea saucer and cup set onto the floor. 

“Oh no, looks like I dropped a plate.” 

She turned towards you, an evil glint in her eyes. 

“What are you waiting for, pest? Clean that up will you?”

You nod in understanding, walking up with a broom and dustpan, careful not to get tiny shards of glass stuck in your bare feet. 

“Well, if no one is willing to marry you, at least I can keep you as my slave forever.” 

The tears slowly fall from your eyes and onto the broken glass as your witch of a mother walks away, cackling to herself. Correction: adoptive mother. You couldn’t bear the idea that she was anything like your real mom. 

Your father had left shortly after you were born, leaving you in the care of only your mother. You didn’t know much about your father, and you never really asked any questions since whenever you would, your mother would start sobbing uncontrollably. You never asked after that, wanting to spare her from any more pain. You didn’t have much growing up. You lived in a little house with only one bedroom and a small, slim mattress that you shared with your mother. 

You were so young, but you could never forget the day your mother died. She had fallen gravely ill, ultimately resulting in her death a few short months later. The pain you felt of losing the only person that had ever loved you still hurt you to this day, almost thirteen years later. You were adopted by the Kim family, and, while not exactly royalty themselves, they were the Baron and Baroness of the town. They had mass amounts of wealth, more than you could dream of, and more rooms in their house than you could’ve ever imagined. Even though nothing could replace the home you grew up in, you sure believed this would be the best place to live. 

But seeing as you weren’t their real daughter, and the fact that they already had a son that was a bit younger than you, you were never treated as more than a servant in the house. Everyone in the town knew about the adoption and had believed that they saved you after your mother had died. They would always be praised for their kindness, pretending that they loved you so much. But behind closed doors they had no problem raising their hand against you, punishing you for mistakes all children make, but to them it was justified because you weren’t their biological daughter. 

You were at that age where marriage was on the forefront of your mind, partly because you wanted to experience real love again, but mostly because you wanted to get out of this godforsaken household. 

You empty the dustpan into the garbage can, sighing as you put everything away neatly. Your mother had put out the call that you were ready to be married, waiting for a suitor to call upon you. But it seemed that everyone in town around your age had already found someone to marry, leaving you with very limited options. 

You were very kind, yet timid, your once bouncy and bubbly personality beaten out of you through your adoptive mother’s relentless punishments and laborious tasks. But you never let it stop you from always wanting the best for everyone around you. You had never stopped being kind, especially to your younger brother, Woonhak. 

He was the only one in the house that treated you with any kind of respect. Though you didn’t see him much, seeing as your parents always favored taking him out and letting him leave the house, he would always make time at the end of the day to come see you, telling him about his adventures, allowing you to live vicariously through him. You were always thankful that you had at least one person who cared about you. 

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“You are to go to their house at once! I am tired of your constant pushback and attitude! There is no excuse for you anymore. You are to visit that girl and you will marry her, that is final!” 

His grandfather had really given it to him now: an arranged marriage. There was no way out of this one. He could try to fight it, but he knew nothing would come of it. 

After the constant rejections he’d given, rumors about his cold and aloof attitude had spread, with many ladies being able to corroborate each other's stories as they were true. It was to the point where no families had reached out for their daughters to marry him, all except one.

But maybe, if his search for a wife was over, he could finally get back to his work. His silence was enough of an answer for his grandfather who was still angry yet pleased with his grandson’s conformism. He made his way to the carriage, preparing himself to meet his future wife, whether he liked it or not. 

“I have set you up with the Baron’s daughter, Kim Y/N. Her mother says that she is looking to marry. You are to accept her and bring her back here, she needs to adjust to the family and you as soon as possible to speed up this process of marriage.”

He scoffed, returning to his office. He sighed, the reality of what he would soon do hitting him now. He was going to get married. 

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“He’s cold and uninterested. No woman has ever dated him and gotten anything out of it. But he has no choice now but to marry you, a miserable little shell of a human. Who knows? Maybe you’re made for each other. You and the apathetic Viscount, Myung Jaehyun.” 

Your viper of a mother says to you, sitting back in her chair before sipping at her cup of tea. You run to your room, tears in your eyes. Of course you had heard rumors from the servants around the house about Myung Jaehyun, about how terrible of a suitor he is. How he never cares about the lady in front of him, keeping to himself and only responding in short phrases and sentences. You had always wished to be freed from this house, but was it worth living with someone who would choose to ignore you completely? Was that a life that you could truly be happy with?

You didn’t have much of a choice though. He was going to visit the next day. You hear a knock on your door, choking out a weak ‘come in,’ knowing who it was.

“I just heard the news, I am so sorry big sister.”

Woonhak says, closing the door behind him and taking a seat next to you on your bed. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting any stray tears fall down your face and onto your raggedy dress. 

“It’s not like you set me up Woon. Besides, this is what I’ve been asking for, right?” 

You laugh bitterly, not really believing it yourself that this is what you truly want.

“Yeah but not like this. You deserve to be with someone nice that treats you kindly and like a human. Not some scum that doesn’t know how to treat a lady!”

You sit up straight, facing him with a smile on your face and wiping your tears. 

“C’mon Woon, that’s no way to talk about your future brother-in-law. I know you don't like it. I don’t either, but I dont have another choice. But I'll be okay, alright? Just take care of yourself.”

He scoffs, facing away from you before pulling you into a hug. 

“I don’t know how you do it, being positive all the time and even seeing the good in bad people. And just because he’s going to be my brother-in-law doesnt mean I have to like him.”

You chuckle, hugging him back and enjoying the comfort of your younger brother, cherishing what little time you have left with him. You agree that you don’t know how you’ve managed to stay so kind and positive throughout the tragedies of your life, but you like to think it has something to do with how your mother loved you, and by extension, how Woonhak loves you. 

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The next day, you wake up early to get ready, putting on your best dress to meet Jaehyun. You go out once you’re ready, preparing tea like you did for your parents everyday. 

“This is the best you could do? You might just have to stay here forever. He might break the arraignment if he sees how decrepit you look.”

Of course the first words she speaks to you on arguably the most important day for you is nothing but negativity. You excuse yourself to tidy up, making sure the little bit of makeup you were allowed to wear looked smooth. You stare at your dress, the only decent one you had amongst your old, worn-out servants’ gowns. You try to stay positive, putting on your best smile for when the guests arrive. As if it was perfectly timed, you hear a ring throughout the living room, signaling to you that your guest had arrived. Your parents and Woonhak are off to the side of the room while you stand in the back of the room, in line with the door. 

“Welcome, Lord Myung, I hope the carriage ride over wasn’t too troublesome for you.” 

She says, bowing to him. You couldn’t stand her and her fake act of concern, it was sickening. He was stoic in his expression, not really one to care for small talk. He bows back, returning the sentiment. 

“Not at all Lady Kim.” 

He looks over to you who is shyly standing across from him. What your mother had said seemed true. He seemed cold and uninterested, but his features looked soft, he was very handsome. You stop analyzing him, bowing your head. 

“Hello Lord Myung, my name is Kim Y/N.” 

You were nervous, and it showed by your shaky voice that came out small in the big room. He tsks. 

“Quit being nervous and hold yourself up better. If you’re going to be my wife you’re going to need to learn to be a lady. And what is the raggedy dress you have on? We must get you a new one immediately.” 

You held back tears as he was harshly degrading you in front of your parents and brother, something you thought you’d be used to by now. Woonhak looked over to you before looking back at him, clenching his jaw and balling up his fist in rage, but releasing both to calm himself down. He couldn’t stand your parents treating you this way, how would he be okay with a stranger acting the same?

“Y-yes, Lord Myung…” 

You hated the way you spoke, not being able to hide your sadness and emotions overall. You were told beforehand that this arrangement was set in stone, that there was no room for objection, that the end result was most definitely going to be marriage. But this is what you had wished for, to be away from your accursed family, even if it meant that your husband wouldn’t be much better than them. 

“I am sure you have packed your belongings. You will be coming to stay with me at the Myung estate for a while. I’ll have someone grab your things.”

“Don’t bother,”

Woonhak glares at him, making sure he can see it before walking past him, making sure to nudge his shoulder on his way to your room. He wanted to help you in any way he could, even in just the small act of grabbing your things for you. He loaded your stuff up in the carriage for you, smiling at you when you showed up outside. You look at your parents, barely waving to them before walking up to Woonhak.

“Don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone. There’s no one here to discipline you.”

You laugh, taking subtle jabs at your parents but trying your best to hold in your tears. But you don’t expect them from Woonhak. He pulls you in a tight hug, one hand on your back and one over your head. 

“You’re coming back soon right? Please tell me you’ll be back soon.”

He didn’t show his affection much, especially not this boldly where he outright displays his feelings. You can’t help but let tears soak onto his shirt, wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

“Yes. I’ll be back soon.”

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The carriage ride back to the Myung household was silent, not a single word exchanged between the two of you. He had come alone save for the carriage driver, making the ride awkward and nerve wracking for you. Your attempts to make conversation were almost always shut down with his next response being vague or direct, neither leaving any room for elaboration. You opted to stare out the window instead, the view outside providing you more entertainment than your supposed fiancée. You were careful in your movements, not wanting him to see the small tears flow down your cheeks as you try to subtly wipe them away.   

Upon arriving at the Myung household, your bags were taken by one of his servants, presumably to the room that you would be staying in. 

“Welcome to the Myung household, Lady Kim.” 

You were greeted by his grandfather, a man who seemed much kinder than him, and was pleased at your arrival. 

“Hello, Lord Myung. The pleasure of meeting you is all mine.” 

You bow, already feeling better about the whole arrangement. You’re taken to your room where you were told to settle in. You take your time setting your things down, smiling when you pull out a framed picture of you and your mother when you were just a kid, laughing as she was holding you, and another picture of you and Woonhak when you were kids. A few small tears escape your eyes at the overwhelming rush of emotions you were feeling right now. ‘This really is how I’m going to be spending the rest of my life…’ 

On the other side of the house was Jaehyun, already cooped back up in his office. Just because he was marrying you didn’t mean he had to see you all time. 

After settling in, you made your way downstairs with the escort of your maid who was assigned to you shortly after your arrival. 

“Take a moment to walk around, Lady Kim, lunch will be ready soon.” 

“Thank you Ms. Choi, and please, just call me Y/N.” 

“Alright Y/N, I will see you soon.” 

You nod your head, taking the time to explore your new home. You let yourself picture what life here would be like. Imagining little kids running around, though you have trouble picturing such a cold man with sweet children. You were glad to be walking alone but the house was bigger than the outside lead on, having trouble navigating through the maze of hallways and endless doors aligning the walls. You’re wandering aimlessly at this point, stopping when you see a set of open glass doors. You peer in, staring in awe at the millions of books lining the shelves. 

“Has anyone ever taught you manners? How rude of you to simply walk in unannounced, without so much as a knock on the door?”

You flinch, not having noticed Jaehyun sitting at the desk all the way in the back of the room. Heat rises to your cheeks out of embarrassment, bowing to him.

“I-I am so sorry, Lord Myung. I was told to walk around, I had no idea this was your off-”

You stutter, voice shaky before being cut off by him. 

“Are you always this shaky and emotional? First you choke up when greeting me, then you cry saying goodbye to your brother and now this? Not to mention how you continued crying in the carriage even after we had departed from your home. You have no business being my Viscountess if this is the way you’re going to behave, not being able to control your emotions. That is weakness.”

You try to fight back the tears welling in your eyes, trying not to prove his point about you being emotional as images of your mother yelling at you for crying play through your head. You carefully lift your head back up once he’s done scolding you, taking another look around the room, taking note of the state of his desk, the broken pen holder and low ink cartridge specifically, before silently walking away, making sure he couldn’t see the way you wiped your tears while leaving the room. ‘Am I really weak for crying after being yelled at and showing emotions?’ You sit with the thought for a while before continuing on your own tour of the house. 

༄ ༄ ༄

It was time for lunch. You had walked around the house for a bit, even having some time left over to rest in your room. You all gathered at the table, Jaehyun sitting at one end and his grandfather on the other, you sitting opposite of his grandmother. She was very sweet.

“How did you like the house, Lady Kim? Is everything to your liking?”

“Yes, of course, everything is magnificent, thank you. And please, Y/N is fine.”

You explain, smiling as she nods at your preference. You continue eating silently, when Jaehyun’s grandfather starts speaking.

“Jaehyun, how was meeting your future wife?”

You look over to him, curious at his response but not expecting much.

“She’s fine. Could use a little refresher about manners, how to knock on doors specifically, and she needs to learn to handle her emotions and not cry all the time.”

He didn’t seem pleased with his grandson’s response, but accepted it nonetheless, figuring it would just take him some time to get used to the arrangement. You all continued to eat, having small conversations here and there, but it was mostly his grandparents asking you questions, Jaehyun not participating in the conversation unless directly asked a question. He leaves first, not saying anything as he simply returns to his office. You try not to think about it too much, not wanting your feelings of inadequacy to eat you alive after what he said. But it wasn’t anything that you weren’t used to, taking it and continuing the conversation with his grandparents like normal. 

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The next couple days were uneventful. You spent a great deal of time with his grandparents and Ms. Choi, getting to know the estate better. It was really big so you still got confused where everything was. You would spend the mornings asking Ms. Choi to let you help around the house. You had a love for gardening and nature in general, wanting to be outside whenever you could, even though you weren’t allowed to do it back at home. 

You got to know all the servants, and you were really excited to be able to help out. You would ask them about Jaehyun, what he likes and what things make him mad or upset. You wanted to know for the future, so you wouldn’t make him upset again like you did when you walked into the office without knocking. They all found it adorable how you tried to get to know him, knowing how difficult it is for him to open up. You guys hadn’t spoken much, only a small conversation here and there during meals and on the rare times you’d see him leave his office. Like now. You greeted him with a bow as always. 

“Good evening, my Lord. Have you been busy today?” 

He looks at you, returning your bow before scanning your appearance, the worn out servant’s gown getting on his nerves. 

“Yes I have. Do you not have any other clothes? Why do you insist on wearing these hideous servant's garb? Are you a future viscountess or a lowly peasant? Tomorrow, I will arrange for us to go into the town and get you some new clothing. I refuse to look at you in this horrid attire any longer.” 

He walks away from you, scoffing like you offended him. You look down at your clothes, sighing as a few small tears escape your eyes and hit the fabric of the dress. You decide to rest up early. You had an early day tomorrow, going shopping for new dresses as per Jaehyun’s demand, your old servant gowns not good enough for him. 

You make your way to your room, sighing and taking off your makeup first before taking off your dress, only being left in your white undergown. You walk to the bathroom attached to your room, running a bath. You step out of the bathroom, looking into the mirror and  trying to unzip the back of the gown, not hearing the knock on the door over the sound of the running water. You flinch upon hearing the sound of the doorknob being turned, door slightly creaking as someone walks in. You look back, face red as you find Jaehyun staring at you. 

“Oh my– why didn’t you respond when I knocked on the door?”

He looks embarrassed himself, a light shade of pink dusting his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear it over the sound of running water…”

You’re in a compromising position, right hand reaching behind your back to grab at the zipper, the left holding it taut against you to make it easier to unzip. You shiver when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulder. 

“Next time you’re changing to take a bath, lock the door. You seriously have no manners… were you taught any at all?”

He says, very gently unzipping your gown. He was flustered but he kept his tone. You turn around, holding the front of the gown up to prevent it from falling down, pushing your chest up and defining their curves. 

“Thank you, Lord Myung. I’m sorry about the door. My last room didn’t have a lock so I’m not used to locking doors.”

You say with a smile. He’s looking down, taking glances between your moving lips and your chest. You walk into the bathroom, closing the door, a ‘click’ being heard from the other side; you locked the door. He couldn’t help but think about what you said while leaving the room. ‘She’s the daughter of the Baron… what does she mean she didn’t have a lock on her door?’

He takes the night to think about, but gets distracted, the image of your chest pushed up and the way your lips move when you talk clouding his mind. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of any thought before going to bed. 

You come out of your bath wrapped in a towel, going to your bag to grab a nightgown when something pink on your white bed catches your attention. A silk, baby pink gown was neatly placed on your bed. You smile at the fabric knowing it was most likely Jaehyun that came to give you a new nightgown whilst you were bathing. You quickly slip it on, locking the door before going to sleep. 

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The next morning you wake up refreshed, sunlight pouring in through the little spaces between the curtains, warming up the room. You hear a knock on your door, unlocking it before opening it. 

“Good morning Lady Y/N. I hope you slept well last night. Lord Myung wanted me to deliver you this dress to wear for today. Please let me know if you need help with anything.”

The smile on your face is radiant, cheerfully taking the clothes. 

“Good morning Ms. Choi. Thank you so much, I am so excited to wear it. It is absolutely beautiful.” 

You look at the dress in awe, thanking her once again before getting yourself ready for the day. Once you’re ready, you make your way downstairs where you see Jaehyun. 

“Good morning, Lord Myung. How was your sleep?”

You bow to him and he bows back. 

“Good morning, Lady Kim. You should know I am not one for small talk, but I suppose it was alright. And you?”

“I slept well, thank you. I shall keep that noted, no small talk.”

He seemed happier today, which made you happy in return. You both ate breakfast quickly, already running slightly late. You head out to the carriage, Jaehyun offering his hand to help you in, making you blush. The town wasn’t too far from here, only a 30 minute carriage ride. You sit across from Jaehyun, looking out the window. He tries to do the same, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. The way you look in the new dress he gave you. The way you fill out the dress perfectly, the sweetheart neckline perfectly complimenting your body. The shade of light green very fitting for the late spring season and accenting your skin tone.

You can feel his eyes on you, the familiar burn of your cheeks causing you to open the window slightly. You didn’t want to look back, too nervous to meet his gaze. He could see the way your face flushes, opting to look out the window instead to avoid causing you any further self-consciousness. 

Upon arriving at the town, Jaehyun helps you down, making sure the bottom of your dress doesn't get caught in your shoes. You thank him, looking up at him, urging him to lead the way. 

“Do you know where the boutique is? You are welcome to walk next to me.”

“Umm… my family actually never took me out. That’s why I don’t have any good dresses. I have no idea where we even are.”

You admit, and the look on Jaehyun's face shocks even you. He decided not to ask any questions, wondering how you could say such a disheartening thing with a smile on your face. ‘Was she used to being imprisoned in her own house…?’ Nonetheless, he guides you to the boutique, looking back every few steps to make sure you were behind him. 

“You know, even if you don’t know the way, as my fiancée, you should still stand next to me. We have a reputation to uphold you know.”

You nod your head, smiling as you wrap your arm around his, walking side-by-side. He can’t help but find your actions dainty and delicate, or in other words, cute. But still, he kept his cold demeanor, face stoic as you walked into the boutique, the both of you bowing as you entered.

You looked around, in awe at all the colors and styles they carried. You had never seen a place so vibrant and full of colors. This was your first time at a boutique. Your gaze was like that of a child, unable to fathom the concept of so many dresses. Jaehyun observes your behavior, confused at your sudden fixation. 

“You’re so… focused? Have you never been in a boutique before?”

“Exactly!”

He looks dumbfounded at your cheerful answer. Why were you excited about having never been to a boutique, something even babies experience regularly? Though, it clicks in his mind after you said your parents never took you out. 

“I’m glad I could be here today, thank you, Lord Myung.”

You say, a genuine sparkle in your eyes. He could melt at the sentiment, cold exterior slowly breaking down. You were so nice to him, even when he hasn’t been the nicest to you. 

He watches as your eyes zero in on a specific dress, a lilac piece with little white lace flowers topped with crystals creating the design. You reach your hand out to touch the dress, falling in love with it more. 

“Do you like that one? Do you want to try it on?”

You turned your head back fast enough to give you whiplash, as if you couldn’t believe what he was saying. A small smile spreads across his face, pointing to the little changing booth on the opposite side of the boutique. 

“Go try it on, I’ll have someone come over and assist you.”

You try your best to contain your excitement, speed walking to the booth. He didn’t know it now, but already, Jaehyun had seemed to carry a certain fondness for you, your slowly unveiling backstory coupled with your attitude towards life being something he would come to admire about you, and envy you for all the same.

Once you got the dress on, you step out, nervous for what his reaction might be. ‘What if he doesn't like it…’ You look at yourself one more time, the first time you've ever seen yourself look so pretty. You look around for Jaehyun, heart thumping in your chest when you see his back is towards you. You tap his shoulder, smoothing down your dress once more. His eyes go big in shock, dazed at how beautiful you look. But you can’t tell if he like it or not, bashfully looking away.

“It doesn’t look good, does it? I should put it ba–”

“Keep it! I mean, if you like it of course…”

You’re surprised by how excited and quick his response is. 

“Do you like it, my Lord? I will wear only what you approve…”

He thought he would like the feeling of control, in every sense of the word. He liked being in control of his work, of his business affairs, of his household for the most part, but the way you said you’d only wear what he would allow you to, it didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want to control you. He didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t have your own opinions and free will. ‘Is this what she went through back at her home?’

“I think it makes you look very beautiful…”

You have to face away from him, hurriedly walking back to the changing booth to hide your beet red blush and the way your heartbeat speeds up at the compliment. He also looks away, calming himself down to keep his composure and ‘cold’ image. He clears his throat, walking up to the clerk and paying for the dress, along with a couple other dresses he thinks would suit you and that you would like. You hand him the dress when you walk out, hair a little messed up from changing your clothes. 

“Didn’t you look in the mirror before leaving? Your hair is all messed up.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry my Lord, I’ll fix it right–”

Your sentence is cut off by him as he silently runs his hands over your head to tame the flyaways, fixing any pieces that were moved out of place. You needed a fan for how often he seemed to catch you off guard and make you blush, heat spreading throughout your face. 

“Alright, let's go.”

He brings his arm out for you to hold, walking out and back to the carriage where he hands the bag of your dresses to the carriage driver.

Maybe he was nicer than you initially thought…

༄ ༄ ༄

The rest of your time out consisted of more shopping. Jaehyun was adamant about getting you a new wardrobe fit with new nightgowns, under gowns, shoes and dresses. If you were going to be Viscountess you had to look like one. It was late in the afternoon when you had arrived back at the Myung estate. You had come back with many bags, enlisting the help of your maid and other servants to help bring them up to your room before making your way to the dining room for dinner. You greeted his grandparents, talking about your day all together and eating dinner before Jaehyun announced that he was going to go back to his office. 

“Lord Myung, I just wanted to say thank you, for today. Thank you for getting me new clothes and other items.”

Your tone, the way you look up at him, the way your hand was barely tugging on his overcoat to get his attention, he found it all so endearing. 

“Of course, Lady Kim. That is part of my role as your fiancée and future husband, I must provide for you. But I am glad that you are appreciative nonetheless, I guess you do have some manners.”

You smile, happy that he was starting to warm up to you. You both go your separate ways, you to your room and him to his office. It is late now, the day’s activities weighing down on you as you draw yourself a bath. You relax in the warm water, letting your body recover for a while, this bath longer than your usual ones. You think back on the day. The amount of times you caught him staring at you and the way he looked at you when you came out wearing the dress that you chose. How he cared more if you liked it and told you to buy it only if you wanted it. How he called you beautiful in the dress. And the way he fixed your hair for you even after he scolded you. Your cheeks burn replaying the memories, but you wished they lasted a little bit longer.

After your bath you went to sort and put away all the new clothes you bought, a tiny box inside one of the other bags catching your eye. You don’t recall buying anything like it so you were confused, opening it up to see a little lilac colored ribbon inside, one that would perfectly match the dress you bought. You smile, wrapping it into your hair in a braid. You grabbed the last bag left, making your way towards Jaehyun’s office. 

You remember to knock this time, even if the door was open, to get his attention. 

“Come in!”

He says, voice echoing throughout the grand space. He doesn’t look up right away, not knowing that it was you who walked in. 

“You haven't washed up yet, is it going to be a late night for you?”

You ask calmly. He looks up at you, looks back down at his papers before looking back up again. The ribbon. He glances down at the bag in your hand. 

“What brings you in here? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“I was putting my new clothes away when I remembered this–”

You pause to pull out the items from the bag: a new pen holder, one that matched his desk, and two new ink cartridges. 

“–I noticed your pen holder was broken and that you were almost out of ink. I gave the carriage driver some money and had him get these when you were in the washroom when we were out earlier today.”

You look at him, smiling.

“I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t use any of the money you gave me, I used my own…”

You go to place the items down, his hand coming to assist you in a fleeting touch. 

“Thank you… I really needed these. That was very thoughtful of you, I really appreciate it, Lady Kim.”

He gets up from his chair, walking around the desk and standing directly in front of you. He grabs your hands, holding them both softly in his own, looking at the ribbon in your braid.

“The ribbon looks wonderful. Do you like it?”

Your eyes sparkle at the contact, finding it hard to stop the smile forming on your face.

“I love it. It matches the dress you bought me.”

He places a kiss to the backs of your hands, his pillow-soft lips barely touching the skin. 

“I’m glad. I shouldn’t be up too late, but you should go to bed. I will see you tomorrow morning, Lady Kim.”

“Y/N.”

He smiles, chucking a little before repeating after you. 

“Lady Y/N.”

༄ ༄ ༄

You woke up this morning covered in sweat. As the summer was approaching, you found it harder to keep dry during the night, even with the windows open and wearing lighter clothes to sleep, oftentimes not even sleeping with the covers over your body. You get up, closing the windows and blinds to block out the sun, drawing yourself a bath right away to get the sticky sweat off of you. After bathing, you get dressed for the day, opting not to wear makeup in fear of sweating it off. Making your way out of the room, you’re surprised to see Jaehyun standing outside your door.   

“Good morning, my Lord. What brings you outside my door this early? Is everything alright?”

“Good morning, my Lady. I hope you slept alright. I just wanted to be the first to greet you today. And to give you this, I know it's hot today.” 

He says, handing you a fan. You take it, immediately fanning yourself down.

“My Lord, thank you so much. How very thoughtful of you. What a pleasant way to start my morning.”

Your cheeriness and heartwarming kindness never fails to bring a smile to his face. 

“Come by my office later. Whenever you’re free.”

He says walking away, but not before leaving a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, causing you to fan your face a little harder. ‘Why does he want me to come by his office later?’ You nod, giving him your word and continuing about the rest of your day, spending more time with his grandparents and the servants. 

You smile at the announcement that lunch is ready, asking if you could go up to tell Jaehyun yourself that it was time to eat. Making your way up the stairs, you knock on the door before entering.

“Could you close the doors for a second, I want to speak to you privately.”

You quietly close the door, standing across the desk from him as nerves build in you, worrying about what it is that he wants to talk to you privately about. 

“You were adopted into the Kim family, is that correct?”

You nod, confused as to why he’d be asking you something he already knew. 

“Your old family, would you tell me what happened? If you are comfortable, of course.”

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the emotions you’re about to feel.

“Well, my father left when I was a baby. It was just me and my mom. We didn’t have much and she would be working as much as she could so I learned to be happy by myself and embrace what he had. My mom, she was so amazing, the most loving mother ever. She died when I was about 8 years old. She fell ill, but we couldn’t afford to get her treated and she died. I was taken in by the Baron and Baroness Kim soon after.”

He was listening so intently, but you couldn’t help but let a tear or two fall down.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m too emotional and that crying is a weakness. I won’t do it again my Lord.”

“Don’t ever apologize for being emotional. I was wrong in saying that. It stemmed from my own emotions, being told not to cry, that it was weak. I know now that it doesn’t matter if you cry. I’m sorry for ever saying something so wrong.”

He walks around the desk, pulling you into his arms, letting you cry on his chest. You wrap your arms around him, the feeling of being hugged by someone other than Woonhak foreign to you. His heart broke for you. 

“I ask because of everything you’ve told me about yourself over these past few weeks. Not knowing to lock the doors and only having servant’s clothes. Did they make you do that? Why?”

Sniffling, you wipe your tears after pulling away from him, taking his hands in yours. 

“They didn’t see me as their real daughter. They already had my little brother, Woonhak, when they adopted me and they only did it because they were losing their popularity in the town. No one was really asking them for anything or helping them out. When they heard about an orphaned girl, they decided to use me as publicity, thinking I would restore their status– and I did, but it only benefitted them. They didn’t let me go out or have fun, I never had any friends outside of my brother, I wasn’t even allowed to be seen by other people. If they asked about me, they’d lie and say I didn’t like being out and that I’d rather be away from society. They treated me like their personal servant, mostly my mother, but I would have to make tea and clean up with the maids.”

His eyes widened in shock, not realizing how deep your story went and the magnitude of your mistreatment growing up. He had respected you and admired you more for it. 

“I am so sorry… for everything. About what happened to your real parents, and what you went through at home. And I am deeply sorry for the way I’ve treated you until this point. I should’ve never treated you that way. You deserve so much better than what I’ve been giving you…”

This was the first time you’d ever see him so vulnerable and open about his feelings, used to seeing his cold exterior with some sprinkles of bashfulness here and there. You hadn’t known much about him or what he spent most of his day doing, but you sighed, falling back into his embrace. You felt a big weight lift off of your shoulders as this was the first time you’d ever told anyone the truth. 

“Don’t say that. I am so grateful that you’re my fiancée. Thank you, for everything.”

“How are you so kind and happy all the time given what you’ve been through?”

“I never forget how happy and kind my mother was. No matter what we went through, she never once yelled or got mad, always trying to shield me from any sadness. I have her to thank for teaching me to always love. I especially owe it to Woonhak. He never treated me any different, he treated me like a real older sister. He let me love him like a sister, and I will never forget the love he showed me in return. The only person who has loved me since my mother died.”

He looks up, tongue at the roof of his mouth to stop himself from crying. You look up, wiping your tears and giggling. He looks down, confused as to why you’re giggling but you only shake your head. 

“I am okay. I have been through a lot but I am really okay. Thank you for asking and thank you for listening.”

He trails his hands up your face, caressing it softly. He wipes away any tears that are left on your face. He stares into your eyes for a bit and you look back up into his, emotions that you couldn’t say out loud being conveyed through your eye contact. He leans down, looking between your eyes and lips before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your breath hitches: your first kiss. You almost miss it, slowly moving your lips against his. His feelings for you pouring into the kiss, and yours for him. It doesn’t last very long, but when he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours. 

“Thank you, for telling me.”

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The days only got hotter as the season of summer arrived. And it didn’t help that Jaehyun seemed to be adding to the heat. After you had opened up to him, he had been kinder and wanted to spend more time together. Of course, you never objected but there were many different scenarios in which you’d find yourself alone with him, the air between the two of you becoming thicker each time, tensions rising. 

Like a few days ago, when you were told that you were going out with Ms. Choi to meet other noble wives or soon-to-be noble wives, to learn more about what it means to be nobility and possibly to make new friends. 

You chose to wear the lavender dress that Jaehyun had bought you, matching it with the ribbon he gifted you. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You never had any real contact with other women around your age and you’ve never had friends before. You were worried about how you should act and what you should say. Before going out, you sought to enlist the help of Jaehyun. Surely he would know how to help you. 

“Unfortunately, my Lady, I have no words for you except, be yourself.”

You looked at him, dumbfounded at his lack of response. You walked around his desk and stood in front of him, something he had you do if you were talking to him while he was working, to garner his full attention. 

“You have friends, surely there is more to this than just being myself. This is my first time meeting other ladies like this, I want it to go well and make some friends of my own.”

He turned to face you as you walked up to him, smiling while taking in your beauty, before taking your hands in his. 

“You look so beautiful. That color suits you very well.”

You were about to speak again, when he swiftly pulled you down onto his lap. The instant heat rising to your face required you to fan yourself even harder than you were before while he laughed at your cute behavior. 

“I am sure the other ladies will love you just for who you are. If they don’t, then you have no business being friends with people like that. They would be considered undeserving of your kindness.”

His sincere words had you giggling. 

“Maybe they will be undeserving of your kindness, that way I can have you all for myself.”

He says, hands that were once firmly gripping your waist now trailing down to rub at and caress your thighs. Your breath was caught in your throat at the sudden shift in his tone and his bold actions.

“Are you saying that you hope that I don’t make any friends, my Lord?”

He pulled you in closer, breath fanning your ear as he pushed the hair away from your neck. 

“Would that be so wrong of me to hope for, Lady Y/N?”

He smirked, pulling you in for a kiss. You gasped into his mouth, this kiss much more fiery than ones you’ve shared previously. The tension is only growing stronger, each kiss preceding this one becoming increasingly more intense as the days went by. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, collecting the fabric of his shirt between your fingers. He ran his fingers back up your hips and waist, resting them there before pulling away. 

“Can’t get carried away now, can we? You have things to do.”

You knew what he was doing, but you were too dizzy from the kiss to feel anything but want for him. You stood up, orienting yourself before getting ready to leave. 

“Hurry back now. Don’t have too much fun.”

You smile and nod, closing the door to his office behind you, the kiss still fresh on your mind. You’re greeted by Ms. Choi, who you forgot was waiting outside of the door for you that day. 

“I’m glad your relationship with the Viscount is alive and passionate. Shall we get going?”

You hid behind your fan as you shook your head, laughing with her whilst heading to the carriage. 

Or like tonight, when you need his help before your nightly bath. You had gotten new undergowns, ones that were lighter and more flowy to help ease the heat during the summer months. While you were grateful to have gotten more, these ones were a little different than your other ones, the zippers being much harder to unzip. After trying for a couple of minutes, you put a throw over your shoulders, walking across the hall to knock on the door to Jaehyun’s room.

“My Lord? It’s me, I would like your help with something if you don’t mind.”

He swung the door open quickly upon hearing your voice, hair tousled from taking off his overcoat, leaving him only in his button-down, that had the first couple of buttons undone, giving you a clear view of his toned chest. You ogle at him for a second. 

“That’s not very ladylike of you m’Lady, staring at my chest like that.”

You look up in his eyes, that teasing glint he’s been holding for days only becoming more apparent. 

“Right, I, umm… can I come in?”

He steps aside, closing the door behind you. You realize that this was the first time you’d ever been in his bedroom. The walls were a light blue-gray shade, an even bigger bathroom than the one in your room attached to his. You walk up to the big mirror in the corner of his room, staring at him through the reflection. He watches you as you look around, meeting your gaze in the mirror as he also realized that this was the first time you’d ever seen his room. 

“What did you need help with?”

You keep your back turned, holding his gaze. You shrug the throw off your shoulders, draping it around your arms.

“Could you help me unzip my undergown? I tried for a bit, but I couldn’t seem to get it.”

He approached you slowly, eyes never leaving yours from the mirror. He gently caressed your shoulders, tracing their outline. You’re staring at him, the way his expression shows something more than just wanting to help you out, his lips leaving kisses down your left shoulder as he carefully unzips the gown, not wanting to break it from the tracks. You take in a sharp breath at the feeling of his cold fingers brushing your bare back, the feeling doing the opposite of cooling you down, instead causing more heat to blossom throughout your body. His touch is so delicate, like you’re too fragile to apply more pressure. He fully unzips it, kisses now trailing up to your neck, but you can barely feel them, feeling almost a tickle-like sensation in their wake. 

You move your hand from its position next to you to hold the gown up, knowing it would slip off of your frame if you didn’t. He places the hand that was on your back on the hand you're using to hold your dress up, squeezing it as his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against him. His scent of musk and amber from his perfume, encapsulating your sense, almost dizzying. 

“My Lord…”

You whisper, moving your head back to allow him more room on your neck. The way he’s kissing you so softly, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. He hums against your neck, moving up to your jaw. He pulls away, looking down at you as you continue to look at him through the mirror. He brings his hand up to your face, tilting it to face him, drinking in your features. 

“My Lady…”

It's you that leans into him this time, gravitating towards his lips. He spins you to face him properly, holding you tighter against him as your lips lock in a heated kiss. You sigh into the kiss, coming out more like a moan and driving him to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip before engaging it with your own tongue. Moving your hand off of your chest, you place one arm around his neck, the other going up into his hair, pressing him into you even more. You don’t think you can get any closer than this, heat budding into sweat along both your foreheads, both from the heat of the warm summer night and the intensity of the kiss. You pull away first, needing some air as he goes back to your neck, breathing heavily against it and pressing harder, hotter kisses to the skin. 

“Lord Myung–”

“Jaehyun. You need not be so formal with me, like you fear me. Please speak to me comfortably.”

“Lord Jaehyun. We cannot do this right now, we aren’t married yet. You need to stop.”

Your body says otherwise, but you can’t help but think this is wrong from everything you’ve heard growing up. He doesn’t seem to care though, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Do you want me to stop because you don’t want to do this, or because of the technicality that only married couples should engage in these actions?”

He already knows your answer by the way you keep pushing his head further into your neck. You don’t want him to stop, moaning lightly as he bites your neck, soothing over it with little sucks and kisses. He pulls away, keeping you close and resting his forehead on yours. 

“If you’re not ready yet, we can wait. But we are adults who were arranged into this marriage, and I can confidently say that I am falling in love with you. So my intentions aren’t coming from a place of sheer need. Whose to stop us from having some fun?”

Your heart races at his confession. He can sense your shock, chuckling before shifting to hug you, head resting on your shoulder. Your hands around him squeeze at his sides, face pressed firmly against his chest. 

“Take the night to think about it. Have a relaxing bath. We can talk about it in the morning if you’d like.” 

You were certain in your feelings for the Viscount. You were falling in love with him too. Why should you let any previous stigma heard from other people stop you from showing your love to each other?  

“I don’t need time to think about it. You are right my Lord. No one can tell us what to do.”

He’s beaming at your words, taking your hand and leading you to the bed, making sure to lock the door on his way. He lays you down gently, caressing your hair softly. 

“Let me show you how hard I’ve fallen for you.” 

He continues trailing kisses down your neck to your chest, stopping just before the valley of your breasts. 

“May I take this off of you, my Lady?”

You nod quickly, the heat between your thighs growing hotter at every move he makes. He eagerly slips the gown off of your body, staring at your chest and smiling.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You blush at his words, leaning your head back as he places kisses on your boobs, tongue flicking over your nipple. You moan quietly, careful to not make much noise, the rest of the people in the house still awake and walking around. His hands trail lower down your body, pulling your gown down lower as he goes. You arch your back, pushing your chest further into his face as he switches between your boobs, licking and suckong on your other nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers. Your hands tug at his hair, pulling it to get his attention. 

“Feels so good… but please…”

“Please, what?”

That teasing tone of his has you stammering over your words, embarrassed to ask him to touch you. But the ache is only growing worse at every second he’s not touching you passes by. You try to push your hips against his obvious bulge, hoping that he’ll get the hint that way. And he does, but he wants to tease you a little more first. Fully slipping your gown off of you and taking his shirt off, he hovers over you again, finger toying with your clit over the material of your panties. You let out a breathy moan, letting him know exactly what you wanted. He brings himself lower on your body, kissing above your naval as he hooks his fingers over your panties, pulling them down as you shiver at the cool air hitting your heat. 

“You are truly magnificent,”

He kisses along your thighs and outer lips, dancing around your hole as you start to grind against his finger. He laughs, the vibration going straight through you. He drags his finger down from your clit to your hole, inching it in carefully as you let out a mewl, the best sound he’s ever heard escaping your lips. 

“Oh my…”

You grip the sheets, continuing to grind yourself on his fingers, hoping to catch his nose on your clit with how close he is to it. He obliges, taking in your scent and letting you graze his nose a little before he sticks his tongue out, giving your clit little kitten-like-licks. You’re getting hotter, the pleasure building up faster than you can comprehend. Your walls clench around his fingers, preparing for your orgasm. But he pulls his fingers out, leaning up to kiss you before you can protest. He takes off his pants, his briefs following as you take in how big and hard he is. He giggles at your reaction, finding your scared expression cute. 

“This might feel a little uncomfortable, let me know if it’s too much.”

You nod, trying your best to relax yourself as he lines himself up with your hole, spitting into his palm and rubbing himself a little to get it wet enough to slip in you with ease, not that he would need it with how wet you were already. You nod at him, giving him the okay to slowly push into you. You grip his arms, pulling him down to kiss you as he pushes just the tip in first. You inhale sharply against his mouth, the burn of the stretch a lot stronger than you believed it would be. He tries to pull away, wanting to make sure you’re okay, but you hold him in place, assuring him that you’re fine and to keep going. 

Little by little, he fully bottoms out inside of you, letting out a deep groan into your mouth as he waits for you to adjust. Your nails are digging into his biceps, the tight yet filling feeling of him being fully inside you overwhelming. You’re both sweating like crazy, bodies almost stuck together with how close you have him held against you. 

“You can move now…”

You manage to croak out, throat dry and breathless. He lifts his hips carefully, pulling out half way before pushing back in, keeping a slow pace. Your face displays everything you’re feeling, quickly changing from being scrunched up in pain to being completely relaxed from the pleasure, the stinging pain being replaced by the same feeling you felt earlier when his fingers were inside you. He quickens his pace, moans matching yours as you both struggle to keep your voices down. 

“Jaehyun…”

You’re so lost in pleasure, completely dropping formalities as you feel your high approaching. Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone get away with calling out to him informally, but it was the way you said it so effortlessly and blissed out, like his name was meant to roll off your tongue that has him slamming his hips into harder, almost too much for you to handle. 

“Fuck, you sound so amazing, saying my name like that.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to call you informally…”

“Don’t be. I like it. Shows that you’re comfortable around me, and that you’re enjoying yourself.”

You smile as he kisses you again, letting out a particularly loud moan into his mouth as you cum hard around him. He almost doesn’t pull out in time, lost in the way you moan for him. But he manages to just barely pull out, cumming all over your lips and navel, breathing heavy and shallow against your neck. 

“That was so… amazing.”

You say, catching your breath was you smooth your hands in his now sweaty hair, taking in his scent and relishing the post-orgasm bliss you’re feeling right now. He peels himself off of you, cringing at the way your bodies stick together because of the sweat. He lifts you up bridal style, carrying you over to the bathtub in his attached bathroom. 

“You were amazing, Y/N. I love you. I am so sorry for the way I used to treat you. You never deserved that, and if you let me, I will continue to make it up to you until the day we cease to exist.” 

He places loving kisses against your forehead and lips, making you giggle at the ticklish sensation. 

“I love you too, my Lord. I already forgave you before. I am forever grateful that we were arranged. I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing fiancée. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

He runs the bath for the both of you, cleaning you up before getting in with you, savoring the bath together. You talk for hours, even after getting out of the tub, deciding to sleep with him for the first time since you started living there. And you couldn’t have been happier with the arrangement. 

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Ending is a little shitty cuz I couldn't figure out how to end it but I still hope that this was up to your standards!

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[shariasweet]

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_._____ 𝒙 f.reader

wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: if this looks familiar… it is a reupload from my previous blog (lilmashae) ^_^ I was scrolling through my docs and found it !!! I’ve sort of revised it to more so fit my writing nowww but yeah 😊 all I can say is this may have gotten even shittier sozzz

when your boyfriend is feeling far too needy… and you reject his advances you’ll have no choice but to succumb to his pleading. how could you say no? especially when he looks at you like that?

not that you notice… but he’s practically drooling.

you look so beautiful… you’re only sitting on the couch… finishing up with your work — but your brows are perfectly furrowed and with your mouth slightly agape as you chew on your lips… it reminds him of the face you usually make whilst he bullies his cock into your cunt — the expression is one seared into the back of his head.

sneakily he decides what he has to do — desperate to get you falling apart on his tongue he creeps up beside you.

you pay him no mind. a small ‘hey baby,’ slipping past your lips as you spare him but a glance. ‘hi.’ he softly kisses your lips. ‘busy with work?’ he knows that you are — he just needs to cloud your mind. you nod and his hand reaches you for the remote. ‘just finishing up sorting some files.’ you smile. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him to sit alongside you as you work. In fact you enjoy his company.

the tv gently glows from behind your laptop screen and you hear the chattering of some characters playing on the screen.

nothing out of the ordinary you remind yourself — its an occurrence that your boyfriend keeps you company whilst you work. he’ll tell you stories or put on a movie and just sit.

and it's because he's so ‘subtle’ that you don't notice his wondering hands.

they find themselves cupping your thighs… groping and squeezing the meaty flesh and he hopes not looking at you will make it less noticeable. which in a way… it does — you dismiss it as he's feeling handsy. so what? it's not like it's distracting you or keeping you from work. beside he’s usually clingy any how.

his hands feather further up your skin. his fingers growing eagerly closer to the warmth of your cunt through your shorts.

however, you only put two-and-two together when he ‘drops the remote’ and somehow ends up perfectly settled between your legs. he lays his head on your pillowy thighs, nuzzling into your cunt like a puppy.

‘what are you doing, hm?’ his wide eyes stare up at you. one of your hands rest in his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you peek at him from in front of your laptop. "nothing..."

you should’ve known by the needy tone of his voice… the small nibbles and bites — the kisses he leaves on your thighs say otherwise.

‘baby...’ you shoot him a knowing look. ‘i'll just be a little longer, okay?’ he thinks he’s so sneaky, nodding and putting his head down on your lap once again — resting he says.

you don't even notice his head inching closer and closer to your clothed cunt. his fingers remain toying with the hem of your at-home-shorts until they find their way into your panties.

a sharp huff of air escapes past your lips. you scoff, tutting the impatient male. ‘you just don't listen, do you?’ feeling him poke at your clit you sigh. ‘mhm... m'sorry, fuck... 'just want to taste you s'bad, my pretty girl.’ your boyfriend’s so cute…

you can tell he’s desperate. his hair’s thrown all over his head, he’s pouting and nuzzling himself closer to your pussy mumbling under his breath with glossy eyes.

it sends shivers down your spine, the way his breath tickles you through the thin cotton fabric of your underwear. ‘just a little, princess. only a little taste i promise.’

as much as you want to resist him, you can't. he promises…

you'll think of something to tell your boss later, just in case ‘my boyfriend was feeling needy’ doesn't cut it.

‘go ahead h/n…’

with that, he's lapping your cunt like a starved man — messily, without a care in the world, except for that you finally let him have his way.

the way his tongue prods at your entrance makes you weak — the slimy, wet muscle reaching for an orgasm buried deep within you. ‘shit!’ you hiss, your hand tangled in his hair. ‘s-slow down! baby... holy shit, oh m'god!’ his lips touch every part of you as his nose ruts up into your clit.

you're pulling his hair, shaking, squealing, but he could care less.

he's enjoying every second of this — humming into your cunt and swallowing every drop of precum and slick… his lips vacuum around your clit — harshly sucking as he pokes his tongue out to trace your slit.

‘taste so good…’ he whispers as one of his hands holds your thigh, while the other's fingers toy with your tongue, lolled out of your mouth. ‘want to eat my pretty girl out everyday, fuck...’ the vibrations oh his humming spread throughout your body. he plunges his tongue deeper inside of you, accompanied by two of those slender fingers. ‘so tight, baby...’

"please, please, please..!" there's a ticking knot building up within your stomach — your orgasm threatening to dawn over you at any moment. it's distracting, but not enough for you to not notice the way he's wildly moaning and grinding — bucking his hips up to the soft cushion of your couch — whining into your sweet cunt. ‘go! ah… fuck, cum… please cum.’ he huffs between latching onto you, suckling and drooling all over your messy puffy cunt.

‘cum f'me, baby. 'want it all on my tongue, 'kay? squirt in my fucking mouth…’ you grind down against his tongue, begging for more — and he obviously obliges.

much like before he seems to get his way — no questions asked when that knot in your stomach snaps.

'was so good, yeah? thank you, baby, thank you, thank you, thank you... 'so fucking good, so sweet.’ the male babbles incoherent pleas of thanks.

he laps up every bit of fluid before rising up off of his knees (you don't fail to acknowledged the wet print where his bulge is after he came untouched), pulling you into a hot, passionate kiss.

sim jaeyun : yang jungwon : choi beomgyu : myung jaehyun : leehan : song mingi : mark lee : seok matthew : whoever else you please 🤍

[domoriu]

perv bsf!bonedo

req - could you imagine bonedo as your bestfriend and theyre lowk freaky and a perv for you

warnings: the boys are kinda (really) icky, 18+ mdni !! panty stealing/sniffing, non consented recording, manipulation? idk… also ty @tsandoll for helping me w some of these 🫶🏽 the rest of the members under the cut !! <3

sungho

super subtle about it

youd never guess he was so pervy

everyone else around you guys would definitely know sungho had some sort of crush on you, but you’re oblivious to it and think its just him being a gentleman and good friend

buys you whatever you want, will even buy you clothes if you talk about needing some new outfits. ends up dressing you up the way he likes and gets turned on seeing you in the outfits he bought for you

“do you think this looks good?” and he’s nodding and trying his best to not pop a boner in front of you

you’re at a party? sungho is gonna be your plus one. he doesn’t even care about your complaints about him “scaring the hoes” cuz you get touchy when you get under the influence and he’s going to be there for you and enjoy the next few hours of you clinging to him

he even lowkey sabotages any relationship you could possibly have, tells people you two are dating/fucking and leaves you to wonder why none of the people you’ve been interested in ever pay you any mind.

when he comes to your house he has to fight the urge to sniff all of your clothes and your sheets. you just smell so good to him, and he knows if he gets a hard enough whiff he might get hard.

when he jerks off, he’s imagining its your hand, he’s imagining what your mouth would feel like wrapped around him, and he imagines how you’d look taking his cock.

goes through your messages together with his phone in hand while the other one is wrapped around his cock, playing back the voice messages you’ve sent him before to help him get off. then once he’s cum to the thought of you he’s calling you and talking to you like nothing happened.

riwoo

shy boy. its a little more obvious that he’s a little pervert, and you’re using that to your advantage.

he’s acting really innocent but he knows exactly what he’s doing. he just might be a little clumsy with it, which is ultimately how you figured out his perv agenda.

gets hard so fast, and you constantly touching him doesn’t help his case at all

you invite him over, he’s running to your bathroom to quickly jerk off. he tries to be quiet, but he fails miserably.

“riwoo? are you okay in there?” you’re smirking behind the door and he doesn’t even realize how obvious it is that he’s in there getting himself off, and by the way he stutters a weak “y-yeah im fine!” you know exactly what he’s doing.

he’s a bed/pillow humper. when you two have sleepovers, and you fall asleep before him, he’s putting a pillow over his dick and softly thrusting into it, even sometimes he’ll do that when you’re awake, just really slowly and subtly so you dont notice. but when you’re asleep, he’s more shameless. eagerly humping the pillow or even humping the mattress while he stares at your sleeping body.

sometimes he’ll just jerk off as fast as he can, staring at your figure while you sleep. he’s edging himself, each time your body twitches or you turn in your sleep he stops touching himself, so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to get caught. he cums quick the nights you wear something loose or something more revealing, because he can move the fabric to see exactly what he needs to get to his climax.

whatever he does while you’re asleep you’re not aware of, but you know that you catch him staring a little too hard at your cleavage sometimes or catch him looking at your ass

touchy with you and he tries to say its just friendly touching, but no friend keeps their hand right at the bottom of their friends back before the curve of their ass, or rests their hands or head on their friends tits when they watch movies.

jaehyun

a little shameless about it, but he’s always scared out of his mind that you’ll find him gross

the flirting he does with you is a bit more flirty than his usual, sometimes leaving you flustered but you mask it well.

“a little kissing never hurt a friendship” while he looks at you with his big puppy eyes. all you can do is stare at him and laugh because no way he’s serious.

“jaehyun… you’re staring at my tits again” “sorry! sorry… they’re just… so nice…” and he’s absolutely not sorry

dirty little panty sniffer. super scared of getting caught though, but he ends up snitching on himself

“definitely wasnt going through your stuff while you were in the bathroom” no one accused you of doing that but if you say so…

touchy as fuck. like youve never met someone as touchy as jaehyun. and you know he means no harm, so you let him cop a feel from time to time

back to the panty sniffing, also a pillow humper. will steal a different pair of your panties each week, ruin them completely and then return them like nothing happened (he’ll wash them first of course, he doesn’t want to get caught)

he even knows about the box you keep in your bedside drawer, the one with your toys in it. jerks off to the thought of you fucking yourself open with your dildo, wishes that he could be the one fucking you instead. wishes he could press your vibrator on your clit while he stretches you out on his cock.

taesan

also a shy perv

but he’s a lot bolder than youd think

thinks with his dick… once his dick twitches his mind goes blank

since he’s tall, he’s definitely using this to his advantage. its a lot easier for him to stare down your shirt with this angle

he might get a little bold sometimes and take a pic under your skirt

has a whole folder of “off guard” photos of you, every time he takes one you’re trying to grab his phone to see the pic but he refuses, telling you that its for his eyes only and that youll try to delete them - whole time he had taken various panty shots and other body pics

steals your panties, goes through your clothes bin and sniffs them until he feels dizzy and his cock is straining in his pants.

he tries to be subtle about everything and he’s mostly successful, never catching him doing anything out of the ordinary and anything he asks you to do for him doesn’t seem too off putting

if you’re complaining to him about a guy you’ve been talking to, he’s asking you what they do that gives you the ick and what they do that makes you like them a little more

he makes sure you’re comfortable with him always, there’s never been tmi between the both of you so you feel comfortable telling him about your sex stories - he listens super intensely, and at night he’s humping his mattress at the thought of fucking you just the way you like, because he knows he’d be better than any of the guys youve been fucking

he’s also cumming loudly with your name leaving his lips repeatedly. he wishes he could send you a pic of his stomach covered in his cum and tell you that you’re the reason he came so much

having trouble deciding what type of revealing pics to send to a guy? taesan is telling you that you should send it to him first, so he can tell you from a guys perspective if its good, and will definitely ask you for multiple pictures for “options”

he couldn’t care less what you sent to someone else, as long as he always got access to the pics first and he was definitely going to be jerking off to them later.

leehan

another shameless perv… but he’s really shameless - he’s touchy, he compliments you, he even purposely tries to get you flustered

once he gets the reaction he wants out of you he’s just laughing, and he’ll go back to doing the same thing over and over

lets you believe he’s just joking around with you, even though he’s so serious

“can i eat you out as a friend?” “leehan stop, you play around too much” and there was absolutely no hint of joking around in his voice

whenever you stay over at his place he tells you that you can leave your old clothes with him, that he’ll wash them for you so you have clothes when you come over

before he washes them he’s definitely jerking off with your panties, he might even put them in his mouth cuz he’s a sick freak like that….

and whenever you two are on the phone he’s most likely going to jerk off to the sound of your voice

“leehan, are you okay?” “m’fine, just keep telling me about your day” and he has to mute his mic when he cums - might be a little bold and let you hear it

with him being touchy, anyone would think you were a couple with how comfortable he was touching you however he pleased - seriously, why was he gripping your ass in the middle of the store?

pet names!! darling, princess, he’ll even call you a good girl sometimes just to gauge your reaction. might ask you to grab something for him and he’s like “such good girl for me” and you’re left feeling hot all over and confused about your feelings (even if leehan was insanely straightforward)

[prodbyton]

pookie i’ve missed youuuuuu😋(i’ve been working my ass off and getting ready for classes that start tomorrow 😭😭) how are you tho??? oh and 20 & 26 for jaehyun

aw im doing good missed u too!! get that bag and good luck w classes :]

promts 20&26: "You should let me ride you." | "I want you to come inside me this time."

smut +18 mdni!!

after a heated makeout session with jaehyun in his studio, you were feeling hot and bothered. you could tell he was too, but he still pulled away from you because he didn't want to go too far while you both were here.

"you should let me ride you," you speak lowly in his ear, grabbing at the hem of his shirt while you sat in his lap.

"here? really?" he questioned, not fully opposed to the idea but not sure if that was what you were implying. his cock twitched in his pants when you nodded your head eagerly.

"want you now," you pull back slightly so you can take off your shirt, throwing it at the end of the couch before pressing your lips back on his.

jaehyun was always ready to give you what you wanted from him, so it didn't take long for you both to be stripped of your clothes on the couch of his studio, riding him as quietly as possible so no one would walk in. he always filled you up so nicely, and you wrapped around him so tightly that he could never last long.

"yn, wait- im gonna cum-" jaehyun weakly moaned against your throat, pushing your hips away from his so he could pull you off, but you only pushed him further into the couch and continued your movements on top of him.

"want you to cum inside me this time, fill me up baby" you hold onto his hands that gripped your hips, holding him tight so he couldn't push you off. jaehyun felt like he was on cloud 9 at your words, cumming almost instantly. he thrusted once more before holding you down on him, stuffing you full of his cum before he reached down to play with your clit until you came all over him.

jaehyun was definitely going to let you come to the studio with him more often if it was going to end like this.

[florestalio]

FEELING FRISKY — m.jh

you had always found your best friend attractive, who wouldn't? but perhaps, him being so close to you when you were ovulating... wasn't the best idea. after all, a harmless crush can lead to being dangerously close to toeing the line of friendship.

GENRE— porn with little plot, friends to ???

WARNINGS— unprotected sex (don't!), reader is extremely horny, reader is so down bad for jaehyun it's almost embarrassing, reader isn't as subtle as she thinks, jaehyun is a cocky little shit, fingering, mirror sex (?), pussy slapping, cum eating, missionary, bondage, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT— 3.6k

NOTE— this was written when the pictures of jaehyun sucking on a lollipop with a bandaid on his cheek dropped. yes, this is extremely self indulgent. also, this was originally going to be named "feeling 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂" but I changed my mind cuz... yea, i think it's self explanatory. enha ver here!

P.S— this had been rotting in my drafts for so fucking long, it's embarassing.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A SOFT GROAN FELL FROM JAEHYUN’S LIPS, as you continued to read your book, despite him being literally two feet away from you — that too on the same bed. What could that stupid book possibly contain, that you were completely ignoring his presence?

He groaned again. “Can you please put that damn book aside and pay attention to me instead? We were supposed to hang out, not be busy reading stupid books–”

You rolled your eyes. “We weren’t ‘supposed’ to do anything. You came to my apartment of your own accord, went straight to my bedroom, and plopped down on my bed, expecting me to entertain you — it’s not my fault that you can’t find the entertainment you wanted from me.”

Yes, maybe you were being a little harsh. But then again, he deserved it. You were ovulating — really bad at that — and were peacefully watching certain… videos on twitter, when he suddenly rang the bell to your apartment. Of course you were gonna be mad at him. Guaranteed, he had no idea. But that can’t stop you from being petty, can it? Not to mention that the book you were reading was one of the best smut books ever, so you had at least had something to distract yourself from the current dilemma with — but he was hellbent on trying to get you to ditch that as well, just to make you pay attention to him.

Distract yourself from what, exactly? Why, it’s your best friend, of course.

You had always found him attractive, who wouldn’t? But now that you were ovulating… the images in your head starring him were… unholy in the least.

You needed the distraction. Everyone knows that a girl ovulating, while being in the presence of a guy who she is even slightly attracted to, can be very, very dangerous. Especially if said guy is a good friend. Toeing the line of friendship is never a good idea, especially with Jaehyun. You weren't willing to lose him forever, just to satisfy your temporary needs… even if he was making it really difficult for you to not pounce on him.

You never thought a band aid on someone's cheek could be that attractive, combined with his all black outfit and the lollipop in his mouth. The way he kept swirling his tongue over the candy? God, you were definitely going to hell from the thoughts you were having about him.

A scoff from your best friend snapped you out of your daydreams. “Okay, maybe I came uninvited. But isn't it common courtesy for you to not blatantly ignore someone right in front of you? Or is that book of yours so engaging that you forgot basic etiquettes?”

Oh, how you wished to yell at him and say that yes, the book really was that engaging. How you wished to recreate the absolutely mouth-watering smut scenes in the book with him–

Okay, you really needed to get a grip over yourself.

You cleared your throat. “Fine, I'll keep the book down, but I don't know how to entertain you.” True to your word, you kept the book down, the uncomfortable heat that had been long since pooling into your lower stomach, not fading in the slightest. In fact, the more you looked at him, the more the heat intensified.

He rolled his eyes, speaking in an irritated voice. “It’s not like you aren't enjoying yourself right now, is it?”

You couldn't understand if it was because you were ovulating, or if he was doing it purposely — but something about the tone of his voice was so fucking hot — you could feel even more heat starting to pool into your lower stomach, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. You spoke in a slightly shaky voice. “W-What is that supposed to mean?–”

Jaehyun took the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, before speaking with an accusatory tone. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

…There was absolutely no way you were growing wetter at his tone. Since when did he sound so… hot while accusing you? And why were you enjoying it?

You didn’t even know what he was accusing you of. All you could concentrate on was his slight smirk and the cocky gleam in his eye. You couldn’t tell why he was looking at you the way he was, but you knew he was up to no good.

But even when you predicted that, his next few words still managed to make your blood run cold. “Stop pretending like I can't see you rubbing your cute thighs together. I'm not blind, you know.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him with eyes that were wide open in horror. He noticed?! God, so now he thinks you're a pervert — which, given your behavior, wouldn't be wrong — but still–

You didn't know how you still had the audacity to play dumb, but you did. “I-I don't know what you're talking about–”

You were cut off with a loud scoff from him. He gave you an incredulous look, speaking in a condescending tone, paired with sheer disbelief, letting you know that he didn't buy your bullshit. “You don't know what I'm talking about?”

You gulped, your thighs unintentionally pressing together even harder to prevent a fresh wave of slick from trickling down your hole. “N-no?–”

He let out a disappointed sigh, which seemed to be more of a mocking gesture than a genuine reaction of disappointment. “So you aren't going to admit it on your own. That's okay, I can always make you admit it.”

Without a warning, he wrapped a hand around your ankle, yanking you towards him. You screamed out loud from utter shock. Before you could say anything, he pulled you up, wrapping a hand around your waist so that you were pressed flush to his chest. He spread his legs, settling you in between them, before turning you, pressing your back to his chest. Jaehyun grabbed your chin, pulling it up, so that your eyes stared right into your own in the mirror on the far end of your room.

Your eyes trailed to his own in the mirror, shocked to see his expression. His eyes had darkened, slightly hooded eyes staring straight into your soul. You had never seen your best friend like that, but today… safe to say your thighs clenched again, your panties surely drenched by now.

You gulped, noticing a slight smirk on his face. He brought his lips closer to your ear, whispering softly. “Tell me princess, are you still not going to admit it?”

His tone sent chills down on your spine. You wanted to admit it so bad, wanted to let him know exactly how you needed him to rail you within an inch of your life — but then again, you wanted to find out what he would do if you didn’t give into his demands. What you guys were doing had already crossed all lines of friendship, it didn’t matter now if you guys went all the way anyways.

So you proceeded to lie. Again. “I- I seriously don’t know what you’re talking a-about–”

He let out a disappointed sigh, — which sounded really condescending instead — before speaking again. “So you really have no idea, hm? You’re telling me you aren’t wet right now? Hm?”

Your breath hitched. Fuck, this was really happening. “I- I’m not–”

You were cut off with a loud gasp, when he suddenly pressed two fingers right over your clothed cunt, the nearly drenched fabric soaking up more of your wetness. You couldn’t help yourself, letting out a choked moan, when he pressed them in even harder, effectively pushing the fabric deeper inside your puffy lips, even more slick dripping down out of you.

Your best friend — could you even call him that anymore? — bit down on the lobe of your ear, before speaking again. “Nasty little slut, aren’t you? Soaking up your panties right in front of me, and yet you have the gall to lie to my face? Acting all innocent too… was this what you actually wanted? For me to force an answer out of you? Fuck, look at the way you’re clenching around my fingers, and they aren’t even inside you yet — we’re gonna have so much fun together princess…”

His last few words turned you on even more, — if that was even possible — falling out of his lips like a dark promise, a promise that he intended to keep. You still needed to answer him, so you did — only this time, all hesitation, all the ‘acting dumb’ was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, lust. “I’m s-sorry please — please, fuck me Jae–”

You couldn’t even complete your sentence, before he pulled his hand off your pants, opting to push the waistband of your shorts down instead. You didn’t even realize that you were lifting up your hips for him to shove them down your legs, your underwear following suit — only, instead of throwing it far away randomly in the room, he brought them to his nose, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep inhale.

His action caused your jaw to hang open in pure shock, eyes as wide as saucers — you were so unbelievably horny, all you wanted was to push him down to lie down on your bed, and ride him till the two of you were spent beyond salvation — but you knew he wouldn’t let you do that. He always liked to be assertive, which you were fine with — although right now you were growing impatient. You needed him, did he not understand that? You needed him so fucking bad, you would let him take you raw, breed the fuck out of you, fuck a baby into you–

At this point you didn’t even know if these were your own thoughts, or your ovulation fucking with your head. Either way, you were filled with the thought of him, your mind chanting ‘Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun’ like a mantra, imprinting his name into the walls of your brain — which was funny, because he hadn’t even done anything to you yet — properly, that is.

Speaking of, you just noticed him stuffing your soaked panties into his pocket, his hand coming to grip your chin again. He raised it to make you look into the mirror. You made eye contact with him in it, gulping at the look in his eyes. It was purely predatory, lust swimming in his irises like an insatiable hunger.

If you had any doubts about him not wanting you as much as you wanted him, your doubts were certainly all cleared now.

His hand left your chin, coming down to your impossibly wet cunt instead. He slid a finger over your slit, rubbing it up and down, collecting your abundant amount of slick on it. He watched in the mirror, completely fucking mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little pussy fluttering around his finger. He decided to use another finger, using both of his digits to part your folds, watching even more slick dripping out of your needy cunt. It was truly a sight, causing his bulge to strain against your back, a loud moan escaping you at the feeling. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him playing with you so lewdly — it was like a scene straight out of your dirtiest fantasies, one that you never imagined would actually happen in reality — but fuck, you were definitely not complaining.

You suddenly gasped out loud, your head jerking up, staring directly into his eyes in the mirror. Your eyes were wide open in shock, from the impact of his slap on your impossibly wet pussy. Your breathing had fastened, staring at him in pure shock. He scoffed at your expression, glaring at you through the mirror. “What? Surprised? If you want me to continue, you better not remove your gaze — you’re going to watch as I make you fall apart on my fingers. If you avoid eye contact even once, I’m going to edge you the entire day — yes, the entire day. I’m not kidding in the slightest, princess, so you better keep those pretty eyes of yours peeled open if you want to cum at all.”

You swallowed thickly. This, this was what you needed. He was what you needed, he was all you needed. His tone, his words, everything was so fucking hot — you craved everything he could offer, and more.

But, in order to get a little bit of literally anything he had to offer, you needed to obey him. So you decided to comply, not removing your gaze even once from the mirror.

He plunged his fingers inside you without a warning, fucking them into you at a rough pace, drawing out loud squelching noises from your pussy. You let out the loudest moans and whimpers known to mankind at his rough pace, whining slightly, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. You arched your back to the best of your ability, letting out a loud whimper, when the calloused pads of his fingers rubbed oh-so-deliciously against your walls. Your breath hitched as he rubbed that spot on your walls, his other hand holding you down tightly to stop you from squirming. He had noticed immediately, making sure to hit that same spot over and over again, using his thumb to rub on your clit simultaneously. You let out a choked gasp, the band in your stomach tightening at alarming rate; a telltale sign of you being brought to your fastest  — almost embarrassingly fast — orgasm yet.

Jaehyun watched your expressions with his lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes hooded, as you fell apart on his fingers. The little shudders and loud whines were music to his ears.

God, you knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

He kept on thrusting his fingers shallowly, until you were squirming from the overstimulation. He then withdrew his fingers from your soaking cunt, giving your clit a last pinch, eliciting a whimper from you. He brought his fingers to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror, as he licked them clean, a soft groan leaving him as your taste hit him.

He licked off every last drop from his fingers, before harshly grabbing your chin. He turned your face halfway towards him, smashing his lips on yours, for the very first time — which was a little funny to think about, given that he had already made you cum on his fingers; that too at such an embarrassingly fast pace.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, spit mixing and dribbling down your chins, tongues clashing with each other. But neither of you seemed to care, too engrossed in trying to memorize the feel of each other's mouth.

He gripped your waist without breaking the kiss, pulling you backwards, before shoving you down on the bed. You fell on your back with a light ‘oof–’, your head hitting the pillow. You barely had any time to gather yourself, before Jaehyun was crashing his lips into yours again.

He kissed you at a feverish pace, one that you could barely keep up with. His hands roamed about your body frantically, desperately trying to memorize every inch of you. He started to fiddle with your clothes, trying to take them off you, almost tearing them off in the process.

You barely processed it when your shirt went flying in some corner of the room, your bra following suit. Your nipples harden almost instantly as they come in contact with the cold air, causing him to immediately pinch them, drawing out a loud whine from you. He sucked on one of them harshly, using his hand to pinch and twirl the other nipple. He alternated between both, biting and sucking on the skin around your nipples too, until your entire chest was covered in red hickeys and bite marks.

You were starting to find it a little unfair because of how you were the only one unclothed between the two of you, causing you to take the matter into your own hands. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, causing him to give in and take it off. He tried to immediately kiss you again, but your hands that were tugging at his pants stopped him. He stared at you with a slightly impatient glare, before taking his belt out of the loop.

Instead of taking his pants off like you hoped he would, he grabbed both of your hands, before tying them with the belt, attaching them to the headboard. You gasped loudly, trying to free your hands, in vain. He laughed at your state. “Patience is key, darling. Didn't you know that?”

He pressed another harsh kiss to your lips, swallowing your whines, as he slowly grinded on you. You could feel the outline of his rock hard dick through his boxers, pressing insistently against your clit. You let out sharp gasps and moans at the sensation, but it was quickly ripped away from you.

You were positively drooling when he shoved his boxers down, his cock standing proud and tall. It slapped against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum on it. He grabbed your thighs, shoving them apart, before aligning himself with your eagerly awaiting cunt.

He rubbed his angry red and leaking tip on your clit, before gliding it up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. You arched your back, your eyes rolling into your head, a loud moan practically ripping out of your lips. You looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to hurry up.

He smirked down at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip, before finally pushing himself inside. You let out an even louder moan, feeling his bulbous tip stretch you out, before he thrust himself fully inside — earning a choked gasp from you. He groaned, barely giving you time to adjust, before pulling himself almost completely out, leaving only the tip in, before thrusting back in.

He set a brutally fast pace, the continuous ‘fap-fap-fap’ sounds ringing loudly in your ears. The squelching sounds from your pussy were almost equally as loud, as more and more of your wetness trickled down his length. Your bottom lip was pulled in between your teeth, eyes screwed shut. You subtly bucked your hips up, trying to match  his pace.

He noticed it quickly enough, grabbing your hips to still you, before stopping as well. He gave you a stern look, before changing his pace. Instead of the brutally fast pace he had set earlier, he switched to a slower pace, focusing on hitting every single spot perfectly.

You clenched around him tightly, a breathy moan of his name leaving your lips. His pace stuttered, before he grabbed both of your legs, folding them to your chest. The new position helped him pound into you even deeper, reaching places you never could on your own. His mushroom tip collided with your cervix every time, making you see stars.

He was deep, so so deep. He felt so fucking good, like you were in cloud nine. By the looks of it, he thought the same.

He let out a deep groan, breathy whispers leaving his lips. “P-Pussy feels s-so — fuck — s’fucking good — fits like a glove–” He cut himself off with a moan, feeling you clench around him harder. “Keep s-squeezing me like that I'll cum.”

You could barely hear him, your brain completely fogged up. You could barely formulate a single coherent thought, the completely unadulterated pleasure leaving you dizzy. You let out a soft gasp as you felt him sucking on your neck, just above your jugular. It felt good, too good.

You could feel the band in your stomach start to tighten, signalling your impending climax. He could tell it was close too, by the change of pitch in your moans. He focused on hitting your g-spot with every thrust, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

The added stimulation was all it took for the band in your stomach to finally snap, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him.Your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm washed over you, coating his dick in a layer of white.

Your orgasm triggered his own, causing his hips to stutter. He tried to pull out, but your pussy was clenching so tightly around him, he simply couldn't. He grabbed your hips, pushing himself even deeper. His eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him, as he came in you.

Spurts of cum erupted from him, shooting deep inside, your pretty cunt clenching around him even harder, milking him for all he was worth. He came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore. He pulled his softening length out of your spent hole.

Your ruined pussy clenched around nothing, globs of cum dripping down your thighs. Jaehyun scooped them up with his fingers, pushing them right back into your sensitive folds. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pushing your hair out of your face. “You're still with me?”

You nodded tiredly, too spent to speak. You were still in disbelief of the entire situation, but it was as real as real could get. You felt him untie your hands, before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style, carrying you to what you could only hope was the bathroom — before you passed out in his arms.

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @senascoooop

[ihangelic]

BND’S TOP THREE KlNKS

pair ; legal line x gn!reader genre ; smut warnings ; mostly switch!bnd, mentioned penetr*tion (giving/receiving, can be read as d*ck/strap), one mention of reader blushing in sungho's, reader's small enough to 'manhandle", too many k*nks to list (but some that might be triggering are: degr*dation, dacryph*lia, overst*m/edg*ng, dumbif*cation, sh*bari, control k*nk) wc ; 2k (abt 400 each)

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note ; not proofread. please forgive any punctuation mistakes.

! . . . COPYRIGHT OF IHANGELIC

𝒥aehyun. . .

1. praise/degradation: and the crowd is…not surprised. dirty boy wants to watch every little expression you make and the differences in how you react when he praises and degrades you, how your eyes grow wider or how much your body squirms in his hold when he tells you dirty things like: ‘you’re being so good for me, baby’, or ‘fuck, you’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?’. likewise, he loves how his heart squeezes and his tummy flutters when you coo at him, sweet words like: ‘you’re such good boy, doing such a good job. i’m so proud of you’, or simply ‘you’re mine, myungie’. but— he also loves how his heart practically beats out of his chest when you talk down to him, condescending or just straight up mean, telling him ‘poor little thing, just a dumb puppy, hm? can barely even hump your useless little cock into my hand without help’.

2. dacryphilia: all his kinks really go hand-in-hand; this kink is just on the receiving end though. (if you cry, even from pleasure— he'd still burst into tears himself and feel incredibly guilty, probably go into drop 🥺) anyway, jaehyunie wants you to praise/degrade and control his body to the point of tears; the rush of emotions and feeling droplets slip out of his eyes uncontrollably, running down his cheeks— it just turns him on even more. he loves how small and at your mercy it makes him feel, and if he’s being honest…he feels pretty when he cries for you, and he knows you think it too. the way you stare into his sparkling, tear filled eyes as he whimpers, it makes his cock twitch and weep along with his own growing sobs; he just loves feeling utterly yours. <3

3. control kink: this goes both ways, giving and receiving. if jaehyun is domming he likes to tell you when you can and can't cum, how slow or fast to go, and exactly what he wants you to do. he doesn't even want you to think for yourself— that's his job; you just lay there and look pretty while he pounds into you— or he'll watch you fall apart, barely able to hold yourself together but doing your best to follow his instructions with thighs that shake from pleasure; he just thinks you look so cute and sweet in that state, desperately wanting to do his every word because you love him. if jaehyun’s feeling subby, give him strict rules and a choice of punishments if he doesn't uphold them; sometimes jaehyunie almost wants you to set him up for failure, just so you can punish him and make him a mess for you, your pretty little mess; but other times he wants you to tell him exactly what to do so he can feel butterflies in his stomach every time he gets it right. whisper your commands in his ear as you touch him and he's like a dog to it's master, he can't help but listen to you.

𝒮ungho. . .

1. strength kink: sungho doesn't really hide that he likes to show off his muscles; of course when you're laying all pretty underneath him he's going to get off on how small your head looks compared to his biceps as he cages you in with them. and when sungho’s fucking you so good that you just need something to anchor you, reaching to grab onto his arms, fingers pressing into his muscles— he’s gonna lose his shit and go that much harder, pound you on his cock until you’re screaming in pleasure. loves to have you ride him in reverse, facing your back towards him so he can put you in a headlock as he fucks up into you, controlling your hips with his other hand like you're a fleshlight. sungho wouldn't choke you in the headlock— unless you want him to ;)— he just likes to squish your face between his arm muscles while he manhandles you. 🤭

2. overstimulation/edging: sungho loves really long, drawn out sex— and to be wrecked by yoi, specifically by your hands; he wants to lay on his back, completely at your mercy (or lack of) as you toy and torture his cock. make him spill on your hand over and over again until it's painted white with his cum, or edge him to the very brink before letting his cock go and watch it twitch against his abs, rough breaths causing them to go up and down. he wants you to ruin him until his hands are fisting into the sheets, veins popping and knuckles turning white from how hard he's clenching them. touch him, or don't, until he's convulsing and his body's shivering uncontrollably; he just really likes being turned into desperate and messy boy for you, how you look at him while his ruined cock is laying heavy in your hands :(

3. humiliation/dumbification: goes both ways. he wants to watch your eyes cross as he fucks you absolutely stupid on his cock, to set you up for embarrassment just so he can watch your cute cheeks blush or for you to squirm in humiliation, all while he can feel you clenching around him; then he can make fun of you for that too. its an endless cycle that keeps him rock hard. you're just too cute when you're dicked down and dumb. on the other hand, if sungho's feeling subby, he'd love to have you tease him with your words until he can hardly look you in the eyes anymore, for you to edge or overstimulate him until he's soaking wet and dripping— just so you can tell him he's as wet ‘as a girl’. (can you tell i like to feminize yeppi?) humiliate him with harsh words uttered in a mockingly sweet voice until he's shaking and begging to cum.

𝑅iwoo. . .

1. praise: riwoo is an absolute sweetie, so his praise kink is giving and receiving. and thank god, cuz how could you resist telling him what a good boy he is; how much you love him and are proud of him while he's making you feel good, or laying there obediently while you touch him? he loves you and the way your pretty voice sinks his mind into a pleasurable haze, the way it makes his heart warm and his tummy all fluttery as he squirms against your body. and if riwoo is in control, he wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel; he wants you to know how good you're doing and how beautiful you look while he's touching you and bringing you closer to climax. some say he's not a man of many words, but when it comes to you, the words are flow from his lips endlessly; the amount of things in his mind to praise you for are endless. he wants to make sure you know just how perfect you are for him, all while he's doing the dirtiest things to your body.

2. shibari (rope play): giving and receiving! maybe this will come as a shock to some, but i see riwoo as a total rigger and rope bunny; there's just something that makes his brain go 'brrr' when he gets to tie you all up in some rope— especially if it’s a pretty color, like deep red or pink. he gets to bend and position you just how he wants, and you just look so erotic and helpless— while he gets to be the one to 'help' you (and by help, he means fuck and use you like his little toy, all willing and submissive for him). likewise, he loves to be at your mercy, unable to move, in position to taken and used by you. even if you spring it on him suddenly, pushing him underneath you with no warning— the second you're pinning down his body and tying him up, he's hard and leaking, desperate for your touch and to be your good little rope bunny.

3. submission: i don't think i'm alone when i say riwoo often gives submissive vibes. watch anything that boy does and tell me it doesn't scream service-sub energy. he will definitely dom if that's what you're into— he honestly just wants to make you feel good; that's his main prerogative no matter what role he plays, but he just loves to listen to you, to heed to your every request and be rewarded for it, even simply by being given praise; it makes him feel so special and good just to be your good boy— specifically yours. if you ride his cock or you're fucking him and just use him like a toy, all for your pleasure, his eyes might just cross and you'll definitely need to remind him not to cumbif you previously gave orders that he's not allowed. being of service to you, giving his body for you to use, knowing he’s making you feel good by being your toy, that’s more than enough to have him drooling and whimpering in pleasure, eyes rolling back.

𝒯aesan. . .

1. control kink: tell me i'm wrong!? this man wants to take care of you or absolutely break you, but either way it will be done by him and him alone. will tease or edge you until you're almost unable to beg anymore from how much of a mess he's made you. he wants to toy with you until you're practically liquid in his hands, all soft and malleable for him to fuck and order around. loves to watch you go from shy or bratty in the beginning to desperate and obedient, the perfect little doll for him to touch and ruin as he wants. nothing turns him on more and gets him into that feral state of mind than seeing you going along with his every word, whether sweetly whispered between thrusts or growled as he manhandles you.

2. humiliation: when i say taesan has a humiliation kink, i don't mean it lightly; he wants to ruin you, make you feel ruined— in the best way possible. he'll make you hump his shoe, clinging onto his calf and begging for him to give you more or let you cum; he'll put you in the most embarrassing, vulnerable positions just to flick at your most sensitive parts with a face of mock disinterest, meanwhile you're pathetically shaking for relief, and he won't hesitate to make fun of you for that. he'll stare at you in a way that makes the surface of your skin burn with embarrassment, making you cum from the most humiliating things. he just loves knowing he has that power over you and that you willingly give it to him.

3. sex toys: everything's tied to his control kink and wanting to see you turn into a wreck from his own hands. he'd love to take his time slicking up your hole with his sexy fingers to put a remote control vibrator inside you, then make you go out with him so he can toggle the levels of vibration all day. watching your face scrunch up or a whimper escape your mouth despite how he can tell you're trying so hard— it makes him feel so evil, but he can't help it, you're just so cute when you're being so pathetic and begging for him to turn it off, whispering so no one around will hear. also really likes using cuffs or a cock ring on you, because it makes you even more helpless and under his mercy. when it comes to toys and your body, he kind of turns into a mad scientist; he wants to know how you’ll react when this is put there vs here; he wants to see how quickly you can fall apart and what toy you’re the weakest to.

𝐿eehan. . .

1. oral fixation: giving and receiving. hanie just LOVES anything to do with something of yours in his mouth or your pretty lips on him; it turns him on so much that it's plenty enough to make him cum. you don't even have to be sucking his dick— let him suck your fingers while you play with his tongue and all it will take is that and a few grinds against the mattress to have his eyes rolling back while drool drips from between his lips and your soaking fingers. or suck on his fingers, nipples, neck, cock— quite literally anything. feeling your hot, wet mouth anywhere on him just gets him SO hot and bothered. will make you ride his cock with his long fingers shoved down your throat, making you keep eye contact with him so he can coo and stare into your pretty eyes. and if you listen while sucking his fingers well, he'll reward you by filling you up with his huge load. 🥰 (his oral fixation turns him into an absolute pathetic loser honestly, whether he's domming or subbing.)

2. domination/submission: no one can change my mind that this man is an absolute switch. (from watching clips of him interacting with onedoors at fansigns to literally any other videos of him—) leehan THRIVES on telling you what to do, for you to give him the upper hand and have control over your precious, sexy body— to being an adorable, blushy mess for you; your good boy to play with and use. would like to lay you down on his mattress, cage you in with his body and pound you into his sheets while you're clinging onto his shoulders for dear life and crying out around his cock— just as much as he'd like to be bent over for you, arching his back while you take him from behind; or to sit on your lap with his hands raised cutely to his chest, looking down while you toy with his little cock. 🥺 (which definitely isn't actually small, but i'll talk abt that another time LOL.)

3. roleplay: i think leehan's a huge pervert, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that he'd love to buy you skimpy costumes (or lingerie that really wouldn't be appropriate to wear in the scenarios he's giving you). his roleplays wouldn't be super controlled of course, he likes the freedom and fun of new dynamics that you otherwise couldn't do; like him acting as your pervy doctor, giving you a way too personal 'check up’. or your personal trainer who gets too handsy, 'accidentally' pressing his bulge against you every time he tries to 'help' fix your form. if he's subbing, he also really likes pretending to be your sick and needy patient, only for his requests of help to go from normal to more and more suggestive, until finally he asks you to help him relieve himself of his hard on— bc he just can't do it himself, doctor. 🥺 (leehan would also like pet play, but idk if that fits in the roleplay category, and i've already yapped too much.😭)

taglist; @yuzuksi @aeminju

note ; GOD I NEED TO WRITE IHANIE WITH AN ORAL FIXATION NOW FUCK, I FUCKED MY OWN SELF UP WITH THAT ONE.

[hazeytae]

things bonedo say in bed

♡ lots of praise, dacryphilia kinda, soft dom!sungho, switch!jaehyun, overstimulation, mommy kink (once), possessiveness, lots of oral, marking, switch-ish!riwoo (mostly dom!riwoo), big dick! taesan, cumming inside, dom!leehan

sungho.

"you drive me crazy," a breathy whine emitted from him as your gagging on his cock, spit and precum dripping from your chin messily. hes throwing his head back as he cums down your pretty throat.

"right here angel? you like it when i touch you here? want me to keep goin?" he definitely has a thing for making you beg. after minutes of begging for him to touch you he finally does, slipping his fingers past your folds and pumping his fingers out painfully slow

"im gonna take my time with you tonight, okay?" he always takes his time with you regardless, but on nights where he just wants to focus on your pleasure is when he'll reallyyy take his time. eating you out till you squirt and fingering you till you cry- but hes so sweet during it all. he takes his time taking you apart.

"youre so- you feel so good around me" always alwaysss praising you, even when he cant think straight! hes sinking into you and your clenching around him so good, he cant stop the praises that fall out his mouth.

jaehyun.

"does this feel good? tell me im doing good please mommy" he really wants to be praised all the time! tell him how much of a good boy or how much of a good puppy he is and hes going feralll. when hes eating you out he just wants your fingers tangled in your hair and praises to flow out your mouth.

"all mine baby, fuck- youre all mine right?" hes got your cunt filled to the brim right now and times like these make him so possessive. he wants to cum in you so bad and mark you from the inside out so everyone knows your his. hes marking all over your chest

"i- cant take it, dont stop, just like that" poor boy whining about how he cant seem to take what you give him! but he doesnt want it to stop as much as he babbles about how he cant take it. your hands feel so good stroking his cock and even after how many times he came he just needs your hands on him.

"you make me feel so good baby- i love you," along with being praised, he also loves to give praise!! hes definitely an "i love you" during sex kinda guy, its so intimate for him no matter how kinky yalls sex is

riwoo.

"dont stop, baby- dont fucking stop please" sucking his dick and hes a whining crying mess!! thrusting up into your mouth making you gag and whine but he just cant help it. also he loves to cum on your face, painting it with his thick ropes of cum he loves to see you lick it off your lips afterward. hes a whiner and a begger, begging you not to stop no matter how overstimulated he is.

"you look so incredible right now" as hes between your thighs lapping at your pussy, he loves the way you look down at him with your pretty glossy eyes.

"i cant get enough of you" no matter how many times he eats you out, how many times hes had you cumming on his cock, how many times hes had his fingers deep inside you, how many times youve edged him till he cried, he cant get enough. he always wants more

"i wanna feel every part of you" missionary and his chest is pressed up against yours and his face is hidden in the crook of your neck while hes so so sooo deep inside you. loves to feel close to you

taesan.

"come on, you can take it cant you?" his cock is soo thick and big youre whining whenever he slips into you. hes always having to wait a few seconds to let you get used to the size before slamming into you

"theres my good pretty girl, there she is" when your pulling off his dick with a pop! sound with his cum dripping from your lips, thats what he thinks the prettiest sight is. petting your hair as you catch your breath and youre looking up at him so sweetly.

"you have no idea how good im gonna make you feel.." he chuckles licking your breasts as his fingers find their way to your sopping pussy. hes great with his fingers and always has you squirting on them in no time. you know when he says this hes gonna overstimulate you so much

"dont move. let me do the work" when your riding him and hes getting sososoo close and he needs to thrust up into you to get where he needs to be. hed lay you down on top of him and slam up into you, holding onto your ass as he cums inside :3

leehan.

"youre so wet. all for me, huh?" he hasnt even touched you yet and your already leaking through your panties! he loves the effect he has on you and he uses that to his advantage. that silly lil smile he has is plastered all over his face when he feels how wet you are.

"you feel so perfect, its driving me insane" he lovessss the way your throat feels swallowing around him. he cant get enough of it! youre so good at taking his cock down your throat he cant stop his groans and whines

"cmon take me just like that" comes out as a breathy moan while your slowly moving your hips up and down on his cock. he loves having you like this- on top of him yet still so submissive to him

"ive been thinking about this all day" hes pressing you down onto the couch and the boner in his pants his painfully noticeable. he mustve had a long day at work because hes so needy and hes pressing long hickeys onto your neck, kneeding your breasts sweetly

[taesancult]

the pet names ask has me thinking… what phrases do bnd (legal line) say in bed? who is the most/least vocal?

the horrors persist… BUT SO DOES MY VOICE KINK let’s get this voice kink party started <3

sungho: definitely more quiet, until he gets close. when he’s close, he’ll start rambling out a bunch of “oh fuck oh fuck, wait- it’s- too much” like that kind of vibe. he’s so cute when he gets like this because he’s always so put together, but the second he’s close + cumming he’s a mess. he can talk a lot during it too, he’ll be very upfront (not necessarily blunt, but rather honest) with telling you what feels good. he loves praising you and makes sure you always know how good you make him feel. sometimes, he’ll get shy when you compliment him, his brain short circuits for a moment. it’s not often that our sweet yeppi here gets shy, but tell him he looks so pretty while he fucks you and he’ll melt.

riwoo: baby boy here is really not that vocal. he’s not extremely loud in general, so it makes sense, but his moans are honestly music to your ears. they’re so pretty, and usually so soft, he laughs a lot when he feels really good. not like a full blown laugh but more so like “haaa-ha, feels so good.” sort of thing, that light laugh that people do sometimes if that makes sense?? absolutely will go “ahhh- *smiles* so good” when he’s close or finishing. he’s shy when it comes to just straight up moaning in your ear, but if you remind him that hearing him is a turn on, it’ll really help him to feel more confident. just depends on the day/his mood, and how confident he is.

jaehyun: the most vocal. i have mentioned this before… he’s a loud one for sure. he’s not screaming or anything crazy, but he’s not ashamed to vocally express he’s feeling good. if you praise him, he’ll get noticably more vocal too, not just moans, but will ramble out gratitude and other stuff. he gets especially whiney and breathless when you suck him off and it’ll have his eyes rolling back and his mouth spilling out whimpers. he really is the cutest whiny puppy. could definitely see him calling you mommy, begging you with lines like “i’ll be your good boy, mommy! please!” he’s the cutest loud puppy dog.

taesan: more vocal, but not the most. he’s vocal in the sense that he uses dirty talk a lot. he likes to ask questions such as “do you like that, baby?” or “does that make you feel good?” because he wants to ensure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. he also plays into a degradation kink, if you’re into it, and can get pretty filthy with it. says things like “look at your sweet little pussy, all wet and just waiting for me to use it.” “you want me to use you? beg for it.” like UGGGHHHH he’s so good. when it comes to the noises he makes, he’s more of a groaner and his groans/soft moans go STRAIGHT to your pussy. when he’s more subby/not caring about power dynamics then he can definitely be more whiny.

leehan: more in the middle in terms of volume. his sounds are deep groans paired with lots of dirty talk. he knows he has a hot deep voice that can get your cunt absolutely soaked, so, of course he’s going to use it. the mouth he has on him is absolutely foul in the best way possible, saying the nastiest things to you like it’s a normal everyday thing. he’ll say things like “your pussy is so cute, the way it always gushes for me” or “you look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you, yeah? wanna see?” like excuse me ???? where’s the decency sir

[muntitled]

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

Summary: Visiting home brings up old feelings for the boy next door…

Myung Jaehyun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Boy Next Door AU, Non-idol!AU, Language, Mutual pining, Hyperfeminine!Reader, Childhood friends to lovers, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), dry humping, slight ddlg themes, praise kink, dom/sub themes, Dom!Jaehyun, Needy!Jaehyun, Hyperfeminine!reader, Premature Orgasm, Loser!Jaehyun, Needy sex

The lack of actual boy next door fanfic for Boynextdoor is harrowing...

You did not hate your childhood. In fact, you would venture to say that you should look quite fondly of most of it because most of it had taken place here- in a picturesque wasteland of suburbia, and as you drive through the narrow main road, staring at glimpses of childhood relics, you begin to frown. Every memory was so unequivocally perfect except, maybe, for the ones containing him.

"Can you at least try to sound like you're not going kill yourself while you’re there?" Your best friend's voice drones on from the car speaker. Her words, no matter how valid, elicit an eye roll from you, effectively stopping your journey down memory lane. "It would be awful to have to drive down to your childhood home just because you tried to kill yourself, I refuse to have that be the way you introduce your college best friend to your mother."

"Relax," you affirm in a voice groggy from underuse. Spending an entire 15 hour drive beguiled to your car without any company except for maybe of course your Destiny's Child album and a swelling sea of dread in the pit of your stomach.

This would be the first time in a year that you were visiting your childhood home since you left for college. The first time anyone who mapped the outline of your childhood, would perceive you as the budding, blossoming, depressive adult you have become. You felt like a storm coming back into your picturesque childhood neighbourhood, threatening to sweep everything away. That feeling of dread only doubles when your driveway appears on the bottom of a hill. The cul-de-sac of your childhood with all its trimmed hedges, neat fencing and constantly perfect shudders, sends you hurtling into nostalgia and once again, common ordinary dread.

"What If I just turn the car around right now, would that be bad?"

"I have never met a college student so unhappy to be home-" Your best friend mumbles, "You're going to be living the dream!? Actual balanced meals!? Please take one for the team,"

Almost immediately, her words trigger a rumble of hunger from your stomach and you groan as your car curls into the cul-de-sac. Your heart is hammering in your ear, not for the reasons anyone might think, but because of those memories locked in your childhood. As you drive, you try to keep your eye on your house. Your perfect homely house.

Your eye doesn't even stray to the house beside it!

Honest to God!

Not even once.

"Is there a reason you don't wanna go home so bad?"

"The weather is so bad," you say almost automatically, "I think the line's about to cut,"

"Bitch, you only avoid my line of questioning like this when it's about some dick-"

"Jeez, the weather’s messing with the connection."

"If you drop this call TRUST you will be dealt w-"

"I'll call when I unpack, love you-" when you drop the call, your car is parked in the driveway and your shoulders are slumped over. You contemplate waiting around in the driveway until some relative forcibly pulls you out but that thought is quickly made obsolete when you hear a harsh knocking on the door. Your stress levels gravitate to an all time high as you watch him, waving frantically at you from the other side of the glass. His smile is bright and just as crooked as ever. His wave is frantic and energetic; Jaehyun is practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, so unequivocally happy to reunite with his childhood best friend.

His only friend. The return of that voice in your head is one of things you had been anticipating on this trip. Mainly because your childhood had been riddled with so much self esteem issues, your feelings practically metamorphosed into that voice you now hear now. That's all you'll ever be to him. All you've ever been, Your mind remarks in a distasteful spit of venom.

"Get your face off of my windows unless cleaning my car for the foreseeable future is a job you're actually interested in." You say coolly as you slide out of the vehicle. Jaehyun gives space for you to stretch, all while shuffling from one foot to the next, picking at the sleeves of his flannel with a dopey smile like he was one second away from proudly telling you he 'frew up at school'.

"Still as homicidal as ever." He says your name with a familiarity that nearly knocks you unconscious. You focus on lifting your arms to the air, and ironing out tje various aches in your back.

"How long has your ass been waiting here anyway?" It's Jaehyun's turn to nearly evade eye contact at your question. He finds it exceedingly difficult to follow along with what you're saying when you so very clearly have boobs now.

"Since my mom told me you'll be back,” He says before immediately adding, “hey- how long have those been there?" You drop your arms with furrowed brows as you look at him.

"What?"

You await a response that doesn't arrive. Jaehyun only points nonchalantly towards your chest. You look down at your v-neck and back at Jaehyun. "I don't know what you're talking about," you roll your eyes as you shuffle past him.

"YOU HAVE BOOBS NOW?!” He exclaims, “EW-"

You turn around to face him, pushing your acrylic nail into his sternum, "I've always had tits- sh-shut up-"

"You literally finished high school without them. I would have noticed as the tiddy connoisseur, trust me."

You find yourself embarrassed, not by his avid teasing (this is something you've been forced to deal with every single day of your childhood and adolescence,) but you find your stomach warming for completely different reasons. Your Jaehyun-obsessed brain wants to pick apart and dissect his entire statement. Maybe he's finally noticing you now? Maybe this age-old crush will evaporate and metamorphose into something else.

You cannot speak because your nail is still digging intently at his sternum and he's staring down at you, as if waiting for whatever venom laced comeback you had waiting for him.

All you're able to focus on however, is the way in which you're staring intently at each other. For him, this proximity is probably nothing, but for you... "Also when you get in there, please for, the love of God, act surprised."

The spell is immediately broken and you're once again brought back down to earth.

The cul-de-sac.

The driveway.

The afternoon sun, surrounded by a cooling breeze.

"Please don't tell me I'm about to walk into another family dinner," your eyes grew heavy with fatigue at just the mere thought of all your family dinners before. 'Family' being used very loosely because he always somehow found himself in every single one.

"You know how our moms can get," you did. You really did.

"Ugh," you exclaim, trudging up the house steps, "1 hour of this and I'm done." Your hand pauses before the doorknob and you turn to Jaehyun with a bored, almost questioning stare. "Aren't you gonna get my things?"

His grins a wolfish grin before clutching at the t-shirt under his flannel, "Oh how I've missed being bossed around by you-"

"Fuck you-" You chuckle out. Jaehyun only turns his torso sloppily as he continues walking to your car.

"A guy could hope!"

And just like that, that smile is gone. The moment is sour. Because whatever he meant, you knew from childhood experience that it did not mean what you wanted it to.

-

Meeting everyone all at once had been as jarring as you expected it to be. You ceremoniously heeded Jaehyun's advice, acting so completely shocked when your relatives and Jaehyun's family yelled 'Surprise' in unison. Everyone was sporting smiles that crinkled their eyes and arms open for hugs. Before you were made privy to every line of questioning surrounding school, Jaehyun's mom swept you into her arms.

"How's is my daughter in law-" there was no time for her to watch you grow tense at her words because Jaehyun who was lugging your luggage in, calmly affirmed, "She has tits now, apparently-"

"MYUNG JAEHYUN-"

The evening had progressed with all the domesticity that you lacked during college and you found yourself at immense ease throughout dinner. Home is still home. Jaehyun is still Jaehyun. Everything that once was, still is and you took a second after dinner to ruminate in the feelings of comfort seeping into your entire being.

That is until your mother ruined it by inserting a very unnecessary, wholly uncalled for fact during dessert drudgery.

"Any boys on campus?"

"It's campus," you snorted as you stuffed your face with malva pudding, "of course there are boys," Throughout the course of your dinner, Jaehyun, who is dutifully seated directly beside you, has taken to swinging his leg against yours. A provocation from childhood that you almost immediately latch onto until you are both playing a violent game of footsies under the table.

"No boys to smooch on campus," Jaehyun speaks up, petulantly puckering his lips at you. All you're able to do is try and ignore him which proves to be a dangerous feat.

"I should think there's a new boy." Your mom says before pointing at you and Jaehyun with the flick of her utensils, "The primary school crush you two had on each other has gone on for way too-"

"MOM!?"

Your mother's slip of the tongue instantly grabs all of Jaehyun's attention. He's perking up in his seat like a rottweiler at attention with his head snapped in your direction.

"Crush?" His eyes falter, scanning the side of your face as if he was perceiving you anew. All traces of a smile are gone as he dumbly asks "What crush?"

"I've been driving for an insane amount of hours," you begin by pushing yourself out of your dining chair, "I should unpack and get to bed-"

"W-Wait I can help." You glare daggers at Jaehyun, that look alone should be enough to stop him from rising from his seat.

"Don't be rude. Your best friend hasn't seen you in ages" your mother scolds, lightly prompting your hands to curl at your sides, "We'll take care of the dishes."

-

Your ascension up the stairs had been charged with tension and filled with something else entirely. You walk ahead of Jaehyun as if trying to distract yourself from his presence, but everything about him is so completely there, "I can feel you staring at my ass," you mumble, needing to fill the air with something, anything at all as you reach the upstairs landing. "Guilty," he says as he follows you into your childhood room which is much the same.

Jaehyun beelines for your twin bed, almost immediately flinging himself on the childish quilted bedspread. "This place is still the same..."

"So are you actually going to be useful, because if not," you fold your arms as you stare him down, "You can leave?"

His mouth hangs open in a lopsided grin as he reaches around to grab at the very first plushie he finds. One of many.

"You still sleep with these?" He asks instead, as if your question meant nothing at all. He plays idly with the stuffed dinosaur in his hands as he leans his head back against the pillows. Seeing him here, amongst your things, brought an avalanche of nostalgia and a wave of hopelessness. He is still so attractive, even after all these years.

You sigh, "Jaehyun if you're not gonna-"

"So was that true?" There it is. The shotgun question that had been hanging like damp washing between the two of you. With your nerves shot to hell, you decide to lower your behind on the very edge of the twin bed as you busy your hands with folding your clothes. Your back is turned to him but you can feel those piercing, smiling eyes watching you.

"Is what true?"

"C'mon, don't do that,'' there is a noise of shuffling behind you. Your heart hammers in its cage with the dip in the bed sheets and you can feel him seated directly behind you. You look down at your lap to find that he's placed your plushie there, as if to distract you from the fact that his legs were now framing yours, his front pressed against your back.

"You know what," he whispers straight into your ear, sounding as serious as you've ever heard him.

Craning your neck backwards to let your eyes fall on Jaehyun would prove to be a cataclysmic mistake. It only heightens the wobble in your voice as you say, "The crush I had on you was juvenile and childish and frankly didn't mean any-"

"Dude..." he whispers, eyes seemingly boring into every single square inch of your face, "I've dreamt about being your boyfriend since I fucking found out what a boyfriend is." His words knock the breath cleanly out of your lungs and your voice grows quiet as he lifts his hand to the side of your face. "What..."

"Yeah!"

His voice is loud and boisterous but you're still somehow locked tightly in your stupor.

"Nu uh," you mumble, your eyes daringly drifting across his lips, "You're lying?"

"How am I lying, angel?" you suck in a deep breath because his thumb is rubbing dizzying circles against your cheek now and his voice has descended a gravelly octave. He dips his head down, experimentally placing a feathlight kiss on the corner of your bottom lip. So innocent, but charged with so many expletives, the possibilities rush straight to your clit.

Still, you soldier on.

"B-Because remember what you said at our grade 6 dance?"

He's not listening. He's not listening because he's finally got a taste of you and he'd be damned if he didnt get more. Jaehyun cranes your neck until you're facing forward once more and you gasp when his lips descend on the skin between your neck and shoulder. "Enlighten me," he mumbles against your skin, placing more featherlight kisses there before he quickly grows bored and decides to stick out his tongue experimentally. You turn into molten clay in his hands and the whimper that escapes you is borderline pornagraphic. This is the stuff all Jaehyun's previous fantasies are made of.

"W-When you asked me out- you said..." your voice drifts off because Jaehyun can't help but let his right hand reach around until he squeezes your torso impossibly closer. All the pudge, all the skin, all the ways he's been dreaming about having you this close and you were there for the taking this whole time.

"Fuck, I'm obsessed with you…" He says, and he does a very odd thing. He buries his face in your neck and just sniffs. This momentary slip of weakness allows you to regain some of your senses as you say,

"Y-You asked me to be your date," Jaehyun is drunk on the very scent of you now and his cock throbs as he brings you impossibly closer against his lap,

"What else did I say, baby," he wants you to carry on talking. Anything that might distract you from wanting him to leave. Anything that might keep you here just a little longer. His cock throbs at that thought alone and it has him rubbing against your skin like a dog in heat.

"Y-You said you didn't have anyone else to go with-" you suck in a deep breath through your air as Jaehyun's hand venture underneath your shirt. He slithers his hand up in a hurry until his cool fingertips are grazing the flesh of your breasts. Like a crazed adolescent driven by his hormones alone, he pulls your bra down, all while tonguing and licking at your neck like his life depended on it.

"S'sorry," he mumbles incoherently behind you, and his hand on the side of your face cranes your head backwards so that you're facing him once more, "So'so'sorry," he places a sloppy, apologetic kiss on your mouth which immediately triggers a very deep desire that is almost as old as you are.

"I wanted you so bad-" you admit with a gasp, and Jaehyun feels your confession shoot straight down his spine. He plasters his front into your backside, pressing his hips against your ass in an apparent wave of lust.

"I've always needed you," he ventures to admit, pressing his bulge against your backside as if needing to persuade you further.

Those words of affirmation are all you need , all you've needed for a lifetime and you immediately turn until you're lumbering onto him before letting your knees frame his hips. His hands instinctively grip onto, your supple, full hips and the feeling of your softness on top of him alone is enough to have him groaning into the air as his hips stutter up at you.

While you crash your lips against his once more you lift yourself away but his hips follow, "The fuck are you doing!?" He mumbles against your lips before biting lightly at your bottom lip.

"Too heavy," you mumble, "I don't wanna be too hea-"

Your words dissolve in your throat and in its place, a yelp escapes as Jaehyun forcibly pulls you down onto his sweatpants-clad lap. "You did this to me," he says, watching you intently as if scolding you, "You did this to me and now you wanna run away?" He scoffs as his hands begins to guide your hips against his. You're both in very flimsy material. Him in his sweatpants and you in similar attire except your sweatpants were a dusky pink. "Youre so pretty grinding on me like that fuck-" he speaks quickly and fluidly as he leans backward onto your bed, making more space to watch you grind yourself on top of him.

His attention is utterly intoxicating and so you do nothing but listen when he says, "Take your top off, baby-"

You peel the item of clothing off, unclipping your bra with all the speed and sloppiness that came with your lust-filled fog/ Jaehyun doesn't help. He's all too focused on guiding your hips against his, watching you face contort into pleasure.

"Pants," he says, needing to see more of your open-mouthed moans, "Take your pants off," he whispers, "Make a mess on me," he swallows thickly, "Please,"

You lift yourself to momentarily push your sweatpants, Jaehyun lifts himself momentarily to grab at your stuffed animal.

"Whatre you-" When you straddle him again, you're completely naked while he's fully clothed. The juxtaposition only elicits another wave of lust. "Hold this while you ride me," he stuffs your plushie against your chest, watching your mouth hang open as you lower your clit onto his bulge,

"O-Oh my fuck, Jaehyun-"

"Just like that, angel, fuck,' he throws his head back momentsrily stumped by the weight of his pleasure. He's trying to be dominant for you. He's trying to keep his control for you, but you're moving your hips against his, with his bulge between your legs, using him for absolute filth. It ruins him entirely.

His voice cracks when he lifts his head to look up at you and say, "Oh my god, you feel so fucking good, oh my god," When Jaehyun curses, your cunt only presses down harder against him, prompting a needier response out of you.

Jaehyun swallows thickly, "Use me, baby," he says, "F-Fuck, just fucking use me," his hips stutter upwards and his hands on your sides grip you so tightly you know it'll leave marks. "Doing s-so well for me. Youre doing so fucking well-"

He watches with an open mouth at your tits, so pillowy and full, bouncing as you rub yourself against him and he completely loses it.

"Fuck- p-please cum, I need to cum so bad-" Jaehyun gasps, wracking another torrid moan out of you as you descend almost immediately into your orgasm. Jaehyun watches with an open mouth and half lidded eyes, unable to stop himself from fucking up into you. He wraps his arm against your waist and buries his face in your chest. You rake your fingers through his hair and he shivers

"No way you just made me cum in my pants," he is so incredibly overcome with embarrassment, he dreads having to look up at you.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"No, Jaehyun, its-"

"I mean about not being honest sooner. That was bad of me, he mumbles into your chest and you chuckle at his petulance, "I'm sorry,"

"Apology accepted for making me wait so long..."

<3

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[4ranghaes]

I just read your bnd as subs post and omg that was SO hot 😭 got me giggling and kicking my feet fr i need them so bad </3 although i was wondering if you were planning on making a similar post but for them as doms? I'm so curious as how you perceive them in that aspect. We're switch!bnd enthusiasts in this household ‼️

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as doms!

bnd legal line x reader [smut, separate classifications for each, SMUT!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!]

a/n - i am also a switch!bnd enthusiast but i will say jaehyun’s and riwoo’s was very hard for me😭 still, i hope you enjoy!!!!!! also i got carried away with leehan’s😀

sungho 🎀 [soft dom!sungho, fem!reader, fingering, daddy kink, big dick!sungho]

“my beautiful girl,” he cooed, his big hands resting on your thighs as they framed his body. your naked body was sat atop his thighs, sungho’s slim frame resting against the headboard, watching you in delight as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

your eyes were almost constantly closed, your body moving backwards and forwards slowly as though trying to grind against the single digit he was allowing you. sungho had a drunk smile on his face as he watched you.

“sungho please,” you pouted, grabbing his wrist and looking at him with big eyes, “i need more.”

“you need more?” he repeated, using his other hand to cup your face as tears lined your waterline, “oh baby, don’t cry. i’ll give you more, what do you say?”

“please, daddy.”

“that’s it, good girl,” he smiled, wiping away a tear as he started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down just far enough to see his boxers, which he then pushed down just far enough that his cock sprung out.

you bit your lip, moving one of your hands immediately off of sungho’s stomach to grip the base, sungho’s body flailing slightly at the contact.

“that’s it,” he hissed as you began massaging the tip with your thumb, “you having fun, love?”

you smiled, nodding, “can i put it inside?”

sungho smiled, cooing as he kissed you gently, “such a good girl for asking, of course you can. don’t force yourself though, go slowly.”

with a nod, you lifted your hips, holding sungho’s cock as you guided it to your entrance and started sinking down slowly.

the thick head entered your body with a moan from both you and sungho, your thighs twitching around his body as you tried to go as slowly as you could, sungho’s huge cock always a struggle to fit inside in its entirety.

you opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriend’s pouting face watching where your bodies met. his eyes flickered up to yours as you whimpered.

“come on baby,” he cooed, flipping your bodies without removing his head, “let me do it for you.”

riwoo 🦦🍡 [hard/service dom!riwoo, fem!reader, frustrated!riwoo, cunnilingus, fingering]

“leehan-ah, this is the ninth time now! get in on dongmin’s line!” riwoo yelled, glaring at the members through the mirror, “got it?! i’m not gonna say it again.”

leehan nodded solemnly before riwoo turned to look at you, having just walked through the door, ready to pick your boyfriend up from practise as you always did on friday nights.

“is it already 10?” he sighed, as you nodded, trying to hide the shock on your face as his unusually harsh demeanour. “okay,” he sighed after the song was through, “go home.”

“was it okay, hyung?” jaehyun asked, riwoo nodding with an unbothered look on his face as the boys either collapsed to the floor or grabbed their water bottles.

“i’m going first,” riwoo said, still sounding annoyed as he grabbed his stuff, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the room. you waved bye to the members, allowing yourself to be taken through hybe’s hallways.

“are you okay, baby?” you murmured, catching up to your boyfriend and kissing his shoulders as you held onto his arm.

riwoo rolled his eyes, grabbing you and pulling you into one of bnd’s composing rooms. “no,” he sighed, as you leaned forward, ready to relieve his stress through cuddles, or domming him as usual. “take your panties off.”

“w-what?”

“now.”

you nodded quickly, removing your bottoms and your panties, revealing yourself to your boyfriend as he sighed. “sit on the desk.”

“on the desk?”

“do as i say, y/n!” he cried, shoving all the stuff on the desk to one side as you climbed on obediently, “spread your legs.”

you nodded, spreading your legs and revealing your now wet pussy to the boy in front of you. riwoo sighed, his head nudging against your thighs to get them to open wider as he kneeled on the floor in front of you. he started leaving soft kisses on your inner thigh, his head brushing over your heat as he did so. your hand rushed down, grabbing at his short hair.

"patient," he said, glaring up at you, as you nodded quickly.

one of his hands gripped your thigh, massaging the fat as he worked his way up your legs, his mouth now at your entrance as he sighed; as though all his worries were melting away. he leaned forward gently, his tongue kitten-licking at your clit. you gasped, hips moving involuntarily to chase the feeling before riwoo grabbed them, yanking you forward so he had you exactly where he wanted you.

he went in then, his mouth moving faster than you could comprehend, his lips and tongue occupying almost every area of your pussy. of course riwoo had eaten you out before, but it was never like this. his tongue was lapping at your hole, his nose massaging your clit as he did so. you were a whining-gasping mess.

"riwoo, please, riwoo— ah! oh my god!"

you felt him smirk against you, moving one of his hands from your hips to move expertly inside you. you bucked your hips up at the contact, his whole mouth now concentrated on your cunt as you moaned.

"sanghyeok- i- i'm gonna cum!" you whined, grabbing at his hair, making him grunt against you.

"enjoy it," he smirked, moving away to look up at you, "cause i'm not stopping any time soon.”

jaehyun 🪻🐕 [fem!reader, soft dom!jaehyun, cunnilingus, munch!jaehyun, fingering, body worship, reader kind of described as having big boobs? but its not anything really]

“hey love,” jaehyun smiled. he was fresh out the shower, his hair partially dry, face bare, a black hoodie and pair of checkered boxers covering his body as he sauntered into his bedroom, where you lay on the bed.

you were in one of his t-shirts and the panties you’d been wearing all day, the impromptu sleepover leaving you with little else to wear to sleep in.

“hey you,” you smiled, jaehyun’s eyes flicking up to your teasing face. a november chill ran in the air despite the heating being on in the dorms, leaving your nipples visibly hard where the t-shirt was stretched across your boobs. jaehyun’s eyes flitted down, a smile gracing his features.

“you look gorgeous,” he groaned, crawling onto the bed, his head dipping down as he reached your lap, pressing deep kisses to the skin of your thighs.

you reached down, playing with strands of his black hair. he looked up at you, head still tilted down, not taking his eyes off of yours as he kissed up your stomach, moving closer to your face. suddenly, he stopped, shifting to hold his body up with one of his hands and using the other to peel your panties off your body. you bit your lip, watching as he continued to kiss down your legs.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled, making sure to take your panties off the whole way, paying attention to every centimetre of your body as he went. he brought the material up to his face, breathing in your scent with a smirk before putting them in his hoodie pocket.

you let out a laugh at the action, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend as he moved towards your bare pussy, leaving kisses along the skin. he tapped the outside of your thigh twice, instinctively you moved your legs, spreading them so he could see your cunt.

myungjae grunted at the view, bowing his head again to press a kiss to the outside before using his fingers to spread your wetness around. whines began leaving your mouth as he paid close attention to rubbing your clit, slowly, but strong.

“so beautiful, my love,” he murmured, laying down on his stomach between your thighs as he began kissing your thighs again. you moved your legs so they were wrapped around him, “so, so gorgeous for me. every part of you. keep moaning for me, you sound beautiful.”

his finger was inside you now, his lips taking the position on your clit as he kissed and sucked gently, pulling away every so often to view your face. shaky breaths were being drawn from you, paired with a loving gaze down to him.

“my girl,” he murmured, reaching his spare hand up for you to take. you intertwined your fingers with his before resting it on your boob. you could feel him smirk into your pussy, beginning to massage the fat in his hand.

he was sucking and flicking his tongue relentlessly, basically making out with your pussy as two of his fingers continued to feel around deep inside you, pressing hard against your walls.

“myung–myungjae,” you gasped, trying to stop your hips from bucking as you felt your high approaching, your heels digging into his back as if to push him closer. jaehyun didn’t respond, lost in the taste of your cunt, “i– oh! oh my god, jae– i’m gonna—”

taesan 🐈‍⬛🎸 [fem!reader, hard dom!taesan, dacryphilia, masturbation, mentions of nudes + overstimulation]

“baby girl,” he tutted, walking into his bedroom, “you couldn’t wait for me, hmm?”

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed, hand immediately removing itself from inside your panties. “i– i couldn’t— i’m sorry!”

“it’s okay, baby,” taesan cooed, coming and sitting on the bed beside you, “i teased you a lot, didn’t i?”

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes at the memory of taesan's pictures he was sending you all through today’s schedules. it started with pics of the new outfits, as he knew how much you loved them, then it became lower, more revealing, and started showing off more and more.

“but baby…” he started, trailing his hand over your stomach and over the top of your panties, cupping your heat in his large hand, “…why did you stop?”

you grabbed his wrist, looking at him with big, wet, pouty eyes that made his stomach turn, his dick hardening in his pants, “c-can you help?”

“i will,” he hummed, a smile spreading across his face, “after you get yourself off first, i’d hate to intrude, you know!” you whined in response, before taesan's gaze suddenly harshened, removing his hands from your body, “i think that’s more than fair, y/n.”

you sniffled, nodding. taesan came and sat behind your body, as you moved up close to his chest, leaning your weight against him.

“now show me,” he murmured, beginning to kiss your neck.

you were already wetter for seeing your boyfriend, and now with his hot breath up against the sweet spot of your neck you were positively dripping. your fingers returned to your clit, rubbing smooth circles as your eyes fluttered shut, you bit your lip, your breathing becoming uneven.

taesan, wordlessly, moved his hands to your body, cupping your tits and beginning to massage. his lips attached themselves to your neck as you flung your head back onto his shoulder.

“come on, my girl,” he cooed, watching your fingers slowing on your clit, “keep going. you’re almost there.”

his mouth was next to your ear as he whispered the words, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear afterwards. your hips started grinding against your fingers, you felt empty not having anything inside but you knew it was nothing compared to the length of taesan’s fingers, so you didn’t even bother. the movement of your hips rubbed against taesan’s slowly, now able to feel his hard cock against your ass; you whined.

“need you so badly,” you whined, taesan smirking at your words, “need your cock! please! oh— i’m cum– ah!”

your finger sped up, taesan’s big hands dropping onto your thighs and just holding lightly as you brought yourself to your peak, your body falling limp against your boyfriend’s after you finished.

he smiled cockily, pressing soft kissed behind your ear and to your neck before moving your body so he had you where he wanted you, “my turn now, princess. let’s see how many times you can cum tonight, hmm? since you want to cum so badly?”

leehan 🪸🐠 [soft dom!leehan, fem!reader, quickie, lovesick loverboy!leehan fr, cumming inside]

“princess, i–” he cut himself off with a tilt of his head and a whistle, smiling as he circled your body.

“what?!” you laughed, turning to follow him with your eyeline.

“no, let me see the back,” he said, turning you round, whistling once again, “wow.”

“you like my dress?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes over-exaggeratively with a giggle. it was jaehyun’s birthday, and the boys had booked a posh restaurant for the celebrations; so of course leehan had to buy you a dress to match the occasion.

“i think it’s a very pretty dress picked out very well,” he smiled, circling back to your front and gripping your waist. you stumbled towards him, “but i think you’re gorgeous. your body– you… oh god.”

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled, straightening out his suit. leehan moved closer to you, hands holding your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips, your hand lightly grasping his tie. suddenly, you pulled away. “donghyun… no.”

“what?!” he laughed, as you rolled your eyes, stepping away, hand still gripping his tie lightly.

“i can feel your boner against my thigh,” you said, pointing down to the obvious bulge in his trousers.

“is it so bad i find my girlfriend so strikingly beautiful?” he questioned, looking at you expectantly. he turned you around, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder, slowly undoing the zipper along the back of your dress.

“no, leehan! do it back up, we need to leave,” you said sternly, looking over your shoulder at the boy.

“what’s the time?”

“10 to,” you said, looking at him confused.

“10 minutes,” he mumbled, kissing down your back, “that’ll do.”

he zipped your dress back up, just as you asked, before scrambling up the material from the skirt, pushing it above your waist as he bent you over the dresser in his room.

“leehan!” you gasped, his hand grabbing your cunt suddenly, finger digging in your panties to feel your wetness.

he smirked, kissing your shoulder gently, “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

you moaned as he rubbed circles against your clit, “donghyun, quickly! please!”

he smiled, quickly pulling your panties down to your thighs, before undoing the zipper on his dress pants, pulling out his hard cock. he swiped his fingers through your wetness, using the slick as lube to give himself a couple of pumps.

“i’ll go slowly, darling,” he muttered, nipping at your shoulder as he began shoving his cock into your tight hole. you both let out groans and hisses. you pushed your hips back slightly, chasing the feeling of his rock hard length inside you. his hands were on your waist, gripping tightly, both the dress material and your skin. “you feel how hard i am, love? god, that’s all you, princess. all for you.”

you whined as he pulled out again before thrusting back in, suddenly he stopped, kissing your neck, lifting your hair gently.

“i’m gonna go fast, okay? cause we need to hurry,” he murmured, you nodded widely, whining in response and shoving your hips back further. leehan laughed, “good girl.”

he started up a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass as you moaned, high-pitched whines slipping out too. leehan was grunting and panting in your ear behind you, constantly muttering about how gorgeous you are.

“all mine,” he groaned, “wearing the dress i got you. this pussy… all mine.”

“all yours, donghyun-ah!” you whined, gripping onto the dresser like your life depended on it, “ah– i’m gonna— ugh! leehan!”

“i got you, princess. i’ve got you,” he panted, the pace of his hips not letting up as his cock started twitching, “c-can i cum inside, princess? god, fuck— don’t want to ruin yo– your dress.”

“yes! please! cum in me!”

[000-pawz]

solace (m.jh) ˚ · .

myung jaehyun x fem!reader, smut (mdni!!!), very soft, did i mention this is soft, slight angst, jaehyun is exhausted :(, (emotional) hurt/comfort (?)

warnings: sub!jaehyun, softdom!reader, slight dumbification, "puppy", handjobs, nipple play, drool, finger sucking (?)

wc: 2.6k+

a/n: i wrote this on autopilot... i love u puppy jaehyun <3 (i tried to edit it but im sleepy so i may have missed some things ^___^)

he doesn’t usually come to you like this. you knew something was wrong from the moment he asked if he could stay at your place after his schedules instead of coming over in the morning like you had discussed. and when he climbs into your bed that night, he doesn’t say a word; instead, he simply cuddles up to your side and rests his forehead on your shoulder with a sigh so heavy, his entire body melts into the sheets afterwards.

you know jaehyun’s been tired lately. you notice everything. his smile seems weaker, his eyelids are drooped, and he spends most of his time spacing out with his gaze focused on nothing and everything all at once.

you notice it all, except, you aren’t sure what you can do for him. when he got home early tonight, he barely looked you in the eyes before falling into your arms with tears brimming at his waterline, his hands shaky as he gripped the back of your sweater; as if you would crumble away and disappear if he ever let go.

“‘m so tired,” he whispered into your ear before he buried his face in your neck, his tears leaving a damp trail against your skin. you held him back even tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his own neck in return. you knew that he didn’t want you to respond. not yet, at least, so you gently shushed him instead, swaying your bodies back and forth in an effort to soothe him.

you had persuaded him to take a shower while you made him something to eat, his face pale from the lack of meals he’s been having recently. and when he emerged from the condensated bathroom, his eyes were dull and empty, any trace of their usual flicker gone. you asked him about his day and he gave you a limp smile and airy puff of laughter, shrugging as he pushed the food around on his plate.

“it was okay. i got a lot done today.” his eyes flickered up to yours, unreadable and cloudy, and you gave him a gentle smile of your own, placing your hand on top of his.

“i’m proud of you. you always work so hard. you’re amazing.” the words tumbled out of your mouth and you hoped they would stick. lately, you feel as if the praise goes straight through him, swallowed up by the abyss of his own thoughts. 

you want to pick at his brain and see what he’s thinking—what you can do to make it better—but he always brushes it off with a little “i’ll be fine. i just need to rest, that’s all.”

but when he presses his body further against yours under the sheets, his hand trailing to grasp the end of your shirt in his fist, you know it’s more than that. it's been more than that for a while.

“jaehyun,” you whisper into the dim room, only illuminated by the glow of the moon and your tiny nightlight plugged in on the opposite wall. 

he hums in response, his head tilting slightly to gaze at the side of your face. you turn your own head to face him, reaching up to brush the strands of hair out of his vision. in the dim light, he looks even more tired; and now that it’s just the two of you alone, he doesn't hide anything. his eyes are glossy, his bottom lip trembles, and the heights of his cheeks are flushed red. you want nothing more than to take all of his pain away.

“how can i help you, baby?” you ask quietly, your hand moving down to rest on his warm cheek. his eyes flutter shut at your touch, his fingers gripping tighter at the fabric of your shirt. “what can i do to make it better?”

jaehyun is quiet for a while, but you know he isn’t asleep. his breathing is too heavy and his body is too tense, so at his silence, you trail your fingers up into his hair to massage his scalp, subtly tipping his head back a bit. he lets you maneuver, his body sinking into your touch. 

“i… i don’t know,” he mumbles before his eyes open again, meeting yours in the limited light. they’re pleading, shiny, desperate. your stomach churns. “i’m so tired, but i can’t stop thinking. i don’t want to think anymore.”

you hum in acknowledgment, moving closer until your mouth is right above his. he watches your every move with a bated breath, his adams apple bobbing when you move your hand to his chin, your thumb brushing across his lower lip slowly.

“then let me do the thinking for you. would you like that?”

jaehyun makes a small sound at your words, something quiet and airy, his lips parting as your thumb continues to trail across his lips. he doesn’t respond other than his tongue peaking out to invite your finger inside, his eyes slipping shut again as his lips close around your finger. his mouth is warm and wet, the sight of his glossy lips around your digit making your skin heat up. 

he’s so pretty like this, docile and receiving, his tongue swirling around your thumb as you delicately push it further into his mouth. his hand shakes from where it’s holding onto your shirt, his grip loosening to sneak his fingers under the fabric instead. they splay out against the skin of your hip, grounding and present.

when you pull your finger out of his mouth, he whines softly, his eyes opening ever so slightly to watch what you’re doing. you give him a small smile before pushing at chest so he can roll onto his back. his shirt rides up a little at the motion, exposing his soft belly and faint happy trail, yet his eyes remain completely fixated on you.

“i asked you a question, puppy…” you start slowly as you straddle his waist. “do you need me to think for you? is puppy done using his brain?”

something warm fills your chest when jaehyun’s hips involuntarily jolt at your words, bouncing you a little in his lap. he looks completely ruined already and you haven’t even touched him yet. his chest rises and falls quickly, his bottom lip coated in a layer of drool. he looks so enticing, you can’t resist the urge to lean down and capture his lips in a kiss before he can even speak.

he moans into your mouth when your tongue swipes across his and his hands shoot up to grip at your thighs that cage him against the bed. it’s pathetic, the way he pants as you drag your teeth across his lip, your hands resting over his chest to steady yourself. and when you break away, he chases after you like he’s been deprived of your taste for centuries.

“answer me,” you mumble, and that’s when jaehyun finally nods through his foggy mind, his hair bouncing with the movement.

“yeah. yes, please, don’t wanna think, please,” he whimpers, his nails digging into your skin. he's incredibly hard beneath you, twitching through his thin pants. with mercy, you place one final kiss to his lips before sitting back up. 

your fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt, slowly dragging it up until his hard nipples are exposed to the cold bedroom air. you bring a hand down to circle one with your pointer finger and jaehyun’s entire body twitches at the stimulation, his cock fighting against the restraint of his underwear in interest. that’s when you press down even harder before flicking the bud, watching the way blood rushes to his chest the more you play with him. 

you do the same to his other nipple simultaneously and it doesn’t take long for jaehyun to be reduced to a squirming, whining mess, his head tipped back against the pillows. you lean down to lick at one of his nipples before blowing cold air on it, a soft ‘ah’ escaping his lips at the action. 

he’s trembling already, your fingernails lightly dragging down the expanse of his abdomen until you reach the waistband of his pants. he’s watching you again, his eyelids hooded and heavy, his lips parted as he breathes heavily, bombarded with anticipation. a piece of art.

you pull his waistband and underwear down in one swift move, his leaking cock slapping against his skin with the motion. he’s so wet and so thick, his tip leaving a dripping trail of precum against his lower stomach, shiny and throbbing. it's cute how his cock squirms as soon as it touches air, his flushed tip spurting weak droplets when you gently trail your finger down the vein on the underside of his dick. 

“oh baby, your cock is so big. sucks that you don’t know how to use it, hm?” you speak sweetly, picking up his cock with your thumb and pointer finger before letting it drop back down. jaehyun’s hips buck at the impact, whining quietly as he grips your thighs even harder. 

“dunno how…” he mumbles, tears brimming his glossy eyes. he tries to buck his hips up again, but you seat yourself further on him, holding him down. you glide your fingers through his precum before spreading it over his head curiously. his breath hitches at the feeling, his cock jumping ever so slightly, but it’s too heavy to off of his stomach all the way, twitching pathetically. 

“that’s okay. i’ll help you cum, okay?” your voice is soft as you lean in to his ear, kissing right below it before trailing your lips to his cheek, placing a tiny kiss there too. “doing so well for me, puppy. you’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”

“good… ‘m good…” he repeats mindlessly, his voice sounding far off and light. you smile a little, tapping his cheek right over the kiss you just left against his skin.

“open up.”

he parts his lips automatically and you bring two of your wet fingers up to his mouth so he can taste himself. his eyes slip shut when you press down on his tongue, his moans quiet and muffled. one of his hands leaves your thigh to grab onto your wrist, his tongue desperately swirling around your fingers, trying to push them further into his mouth. drool escapes the corners of his mouth when he closes his lips round your digits, his cock twitching in between your bodies. 

“you like your mouth being stuffed, hm?” you mutter as you slip another finger into his mouth, slightly in awe as he meets your eyes with a small nod, practically gagging around your fingers. you're sure you’ve soaked through your panties by now, the sight in front of you gathering butterflies in your stomach. 

you finally bring your other hand down to his neglected cock, wrapping your fingers around the base. they can barely circle all the way around; he’s hot and heavy in your palm, his pre dripping onto your fingers like a faucet. 

he’s already a moaning mess when you squeeze his dick as you stroke him slowly, the vibrations of the sound shooting up your arm. his hair falls into his eyes, but he never breaks eye contact, his gaze spacey and yet full of so much devotion, it goes straight to your core. his chest is red, the flush shooting up his neck and face, the tip of his nose blushed and his eyelashes clumped together with tears. 

you keep your fingers in his mouth as you pump his cock, running your knuckles over his head slowly. he tries to fuck himself up into your fist, but eventually gives up, succumbing to whatever you decide to give him. he’s completely at your mercy, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the inside of your wrist as he continues to hold onto your arm, his other hand leaving fingernail indents on the soft skin of your thigh. 

you can tell he’ll cum fast; he’s usually sensitive on nights like these, pent up from all the stress he accumulates during the day. you can’t help but to coo at the sight of his eyes squeezing shut, trying his best to hold out for you. but tonight is about him. it’s all for him.

“want you to cum for me, puppy. can you do that? can you make a mess for me?”

jaehyun moans loudly at that, his back slightly arching off of the bed when you speed up the pace, wet sounds echoing off the walls, his dick slippery and bright red at the tip. you take your fingers out of his mouth to cup the side of his face, gazing down at him with so much adoration, you think you could burst from it all. he’s gorgeous, taking it all as his body writhes against the sheets, his cock begging for a release.

“close…,” he gasps, placing his hand on top of yours before burying his face in your palm, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. “can i cum? please, please, i’ll make a mess for you… puppy will…”

you smile down at him, circling your palm against the tip of his cock in a way that makes him literally sob, tears rolling his cheeks at the action. his body racks with shivers as his hips messily thrust up into your hand. you mentally savor the image before giving him mercy, brushing your thumb over his cheek soothingly.

“you can cum, puppy.”

as soon as you utter those words, jaehyun breaks, his entire body tensing up as he reaches his high. he’s mumbling all kinds of words, whining and whimpering as streams of cum paint his stomach and chest, thick and white as it rolls down his body. 

“love you, love you, love you so much,” he rambles, trembling as his cock continues to spurt tiny bits of cum until it goes limp, twitching against his stomach, worn and wrung out. 

when you pull your hand away from his cock, he’s still crying into your palm, gasping and clutching onto your wrist tightly. you gently shush him as you lean in to kiss the tears away from his cheeks. you don’t even care that your clothes and sheets are now covered in cum. he’s completely worked up, his eyes squeezed shut as he quietly sobs. 

“oh, jaehyunnie,” you coo, trying your best to brush his tears away. “i’m right here, baby. it's okay. let it all out.”

you lean down to hug him, wrapping your arms around him, chest to chest. you feel his rapid heartbeat through your shirt, his body still slightly shaking and twitching with aftershocks of his orgasm. 

“i love you. i love you,” he hiccups through his tears, burying his face in your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. you smile, squeezing him even tighter.

“i love you. i’m so proud of you,” you say, reaching up to pet his hair. 

you hold him until his tears finally simmer down into sniffles, pulling back to cup his face. his eyes are red and watery, his cheeks stained with salty tears, but to you, he's the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“i love you,” you repeat—just to make sure it really sticks this time—before pressing a long kiss to his lips. he melts into you at that, a lopsided smile on his face when you break apart. 

“thank you. for everything,” he whispers. you shake your head with a smile of your own, kissing the tip of his nose.

“thank you for coming to me. i’m always here. i’ll always be here.”

you both bask in silence for a bit, taking in the quiet stillness. and then, after a while, jaehyun taps the small of your back, searching for your eyes in the limited lighting of the room.

“can i eat you out now…? please?”

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank u...<3 x

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“i’m always proud of you” | mjh day

genre: fluff, comfort (angst if you squint? anxious!jaehyun for short) (pd. the end is a tiny but suggestive for the smut in part two!)

warnings: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader, pet names, food, woonhak mentioned, he’s a bit insecure at the beginning. lmk if there’s anything else. NOT PROOFREAD

feedback is really appreciated (reblog + comment) as a new ish writer!

“baby, it’s gonna go well, okay? i’ve seen you all practice hundreds of times” you tried to reassure your boyfriend in the day of one of the most important awards ceremony.

he (and the entire group) is usually really confident on stage, but you could tell his birthday was also on his mind. he had barely had time to speak to his parents today and he didn’t want to disappoint them, the show being the reason he couldn’t see them.

but he didn’t want to disappoint his members or his fans either, and especially, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“hyung, we have to go” you hear woonhak say from the other side of the door. you look at him, grabbing his cheeks and whispering softly “you are gonna do great, you’re gonna enjoy yourself as much as you always do and i’ll have to be fighting every twitter user asking ‘who the guy with the white highlights is’”.

he stares into your eyes, pouting and hugging your waist, tilting his head slightly, looking just like a puppy. “thank you”.

you lean in just in time to kiss him, a sweet connection that makes your heart flutter as his fingers grasp your waist.

before it can get more intense, you pull out, grabbing his hand and leading him to his door before turning around. “i’m always proud of you”.

you wish good luck to the whole group and say goodbye as you see them leave in a van before starting to prepare your little surprise for jaehyun.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

you watch the awards show from the warmth of your home as you lay a few wrapped gifts on the table and decorate the walls with a few silver fringe backdrop curtains and some endearingly ugly “happy birthday” balloons.

you wait for him to say he’s leaving the show to order fried chicken, not the fanciest food but one he loves, and pull out some drinks as you wait.

the delivery guy arrives to your apartment barely five minutes before your boyfriend did, collapsing into your arms from exhaustion.

“you did great, baby” you whispered, arms around him as his breath calmed down. he adorably brings one of your hands to his head, and you grant his wish as you rub your fingers through his locks.

“take a shower while i lay the table?”. he only nods, looking around and smiling at the decorations. “good boy” you whisper, kissing his forehead before seeing him walk to the bathroom.

a few minutes later, he comes out, seemingly more energised with his grey sweatpants and black tank top. dinner takes place in between reassurance and praises, his ears red as he hears you speak while enjoying the chicken and the seaweed soup you had tried to prepare.

“wait!”. you get up, reaching behind the table to pull out a small cake with a candle, which you lit before bringing it to the table while singing. he just looks at you adoringly, barely even noticing the cake but thinking about how lucky he is. shortly after, he closes his eyes blows the candle.

you both move to the couch, unwrapping a few small gifts before handing him an envelope. “are you my sugar mommy now? giving me money?” he laughs and you scoff, playfully hitting his shoulder.

soon, he’s gasping and hugging you, his eyes not believing what they’re seeing. “tickets to see tyler? are you kidding me?” he says excited, his lips almost hurting from his smile.

after thanking you, kissing you and ranting about his love for the rapper (and for you), you place your hand on his thigh. “there’s one more gift. well, two- no, it kind of is just one”. you giggle quietly, your words coming out as everything but suggestive, what you had first intended.

you hand him a small box, his eyes curious at first, until he almost whimpers, realisation hitting him.

“baby…” he whispers.

[ part 2 (SMUT) coming tomorrow! ]

[prodbyton]

hi!!

can we get bonedos reaction to their first time cumming inside?

(also can I be ✨ anon? :D)

⋆⁺₊⋆ bonedo cumming inside for the first time!!

the first time sungho cums inside of you, he knows that he’s going to want to do it every single time. he’s a little nervous at first, wanting to really talk about it and the risks sit heavy in the front of his mind. but then he gets really turned on when you’re begging him to not pull out and fill you up. it makes him go faster, stilling his hips the moment his orgasm hits him to make sure you felt every drop. wants to see it drip out of you too, and he’s hard all over again.

it was a shock for the both of you when riwoo came inside of you for the first time, you two were having a really heated make out session and neither of you had brought protection. but you were both so needy that it wasn’t a big deal. he was kinda shaky and you felt so good that he came too fast, before he had a chance to tell you he was cumming and before he got to pull out. before he got to apologize you were still fucking yourself on him and telling him how good it felt for him to cum in you. after that he always shyly asks if he can cum inside <3

jaehyun had a breeding kink that he was never able to indulge in, but he didn’t mind most of the time. when you two have sex with a condom on he always pushes himself so deep into you when he cums as if he was actually cumming inside. this night in particular jaehyun was too immersed in your pussy to remember to pull out, he honestly forgot that he wasn’t even wearing a condom. so when he comes down from his high he’s scared of your reaction but deep down he really wants to watch his cum leak out of you.

taesan is usually good at pulling out, always asks you where you want him to cum. he’s thought about asking if he could cum inside of you a few times before but decided against it, it wasn’t too big of a deal for him. what he didn’t know was that you started taking birth control and you were desperate to feel his cum in you. he has to hold in his excitement when you moan out “inside, want you to fill me up” ready to give you what you want (and what he wants too). he cums so hard and is ready to fill you up again and again.

leehans breeding kink was discovered the same time you exposed your secret breeding kink to him. he was fucking you so good and you wanted him deeper so you’re wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him on you… he’s groaning about how close he was and that you should loosen your grip on him so he can pull out but you’re begging him to cum inside, holding him even tighter against you. it woke something up in him and he was cumming almost instantly. decides that he needs to press you into the mattress and stuff you full of his cum every night.

i hope you like this and ofc you can be ✨ anon!! welcome 🫶🏽