Exhilaration

exhilaration ✸

❛ na jaemin. ❜

warnings: first time sex, size, praise, virgin and innocence kink. maybe a little bit of corruption kink as well. a little bit of possessive talk and degradation. overall, jaemin just being the best boyfriend ever.

you were so delightfully inexperienced. it was impossibly adorable, how easily responsive you were to something so simple as a touch to your thigh.

it baffled jaemin when you told him you’d never been kissed before. never touched by anyone else, never even really touched yourself at all. this was an entirely new world for you, and jaemin was so excited to explore it. it wasn’t like he was extremely experienced; he’d had a few makeout sessions, and he’d even fingered someone to orgasm. but in your eyes, he was like an all knowing sex god.

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Just For You

the one where jeno has never wanted a mate, but begins to change his mind after he meets a feral omega.

⭑ pairing: lee jeno x female reader

⭑ genre: alpha/beta/omega au, sugar daddy au, pwp, smut, a tiny bit of fluff

⭑ warnings: language, my version of a/b/o dynamics, age gap, omega!reader, bartender!reader, alpha!jeno, sugar daddy!jeno, lots of yearning, jealousy, haechan is very calculating in this, jeno is a huge simp and spoils reader rotten, jeno is lowkey a masochist, multiple sex scenes, dry humping, fingering, begging, unprotected sex, riding, knotting, biting, oral sex (f receiving), breeding kink

⭑ word count: 12.7k

— note: this is a completely self-indulgent fic. i blame this jeno for making me thirst so hard.

It was a well-known fact that Lee Jeno didn't want a mate.

Despite being the most eligible bachelor in the city (and maybe even in the entire country), he wasn’t interested in finding someone to keep by his side for the rest of his life. On the outside he seemed like a dream. His wealth, power, and good looks were enough to attract potential mates from every part of the world.

But they always changed their mind after meeting him because no one wanted a cold, unloving mate.

Of course, there existed a handful of foolishly stupid people who believed they could be the one to melt the ice barricading his heart. Those women were always left heartbroken or offended at his disregard for the courting formalities and the very idea of mates.

Then there were those—namely the daughters of his business associates—who knew better, but only wanted to bear his mark for the status and power that came along with it. That was the main reason his potential business deals had fallen through. His refusal to even consider courting their power-hungry daughters left a very bad taste in a lot of mouths.

Forced meetings and unwanted advances were the very reason why Jeno hated attending charity galas. Instead of networking and discussing official business, he was forced to spend his night talking to different women who were after his mark. Tonight the daughter of the host had claimed her stake on him, not leaving his side once.

“—want at least four pups. What about you?”

Jeno only caught the last part of her words as he tuned back in to the one-sided conversation. “I don't want any children.”

The alpha was shocked into silence. Her horrified look was one Jeno had grown used to a long time ago. It was a stare he was overly familiar with. Any time he wanted to repel someone's unwanted advances this was the method he always fell back on because it was basically unheard of that an alpha wouldn't want to continue his lineage. Jeno might've possibly wanted to, but certainly not with her.

“If you'll excuse me, I have to make a call.”

He didn't give the alpha a chance to respond because he walked away before she could. By this point in the night he was mentally drained and wanted nothing more than to go home. He'd been at the event long enough to keep up appearances and keep his father happy, so if he walked fast enough he would be able to leave without any hiccups.

Just as Jeno rounded the corner, he nearly collided with a young omega wearing a staff uniform.

“Sorry.” He muttered, aware that he almost knocked her down because he was practically running.

Jeno waited for the gesture of interest and curiosity he usually got, or at the very least, the simple acknowledgment he was due from omegas, betas, and even alphas alike. But it never came. Instead, you surprised him by jerking your head away and backing away from him like he was the most repulsive man you'd ever come across.

That would've been fine because not everyone had to let him approach or even want him to, but the grating voice that cut through the silence made him desperate to find a way out.

“Alpha!”

If either of his parents ever found out about what he was about to do, Jeno wouldn't live to see another day. But he’s left with no other choice as he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against his chest like a feral alpha with no etiquette. Something deep inside him twists uncomfortably when you stiffen against him. He'll apologize properly later, but now all he can focus on is finding a way out.

“Help me.” Jeno whispered desperately. “Please.”

Before you could attempt to work out why an alpha was asking for your help, the voice from before called for him again. A muffled gasp reached your ears, making you turn your head to the side. Ten different shades of horror went through when you realized the woman who had caught you in such an intimate position was the daughter of the man who organized the gala, a.k.a your boss.

The stillness in the hall made you uneasy, and the alpha—whose muscular arms were still caging you against him—gently rubbed his cheek against your hair to comfort you. You hated that him scenting you actually worked. The nerves you felt from before slowly began to fade away.

“She gets uneasy around female alphas.”

His smooth, deep voice might've been attractive to you in any other circumstance, but now you could only recognize it as a symbol of your downfall.

“I...” her face turned sour. “I didn't know you cared so much about the staff.”

The way she spat out the last word made you aware of two things. 1) you were definitely fired. 2) she didn't see you as worthy of being in the unknown alpha's arms. Before you could react in any sort of way, a low rumble ripped through the alpha's chest. Luckily, you felt too indignant to feel turned on even though that was fucking hot.

“You must be mistaken. I'm courting her. She is going to be my mate.”

Even if you ended up loosing your job, the look on the arrogant alpha's face was entirely worth it. She spluttered out something unintelligible, clearly thrown off by the admission. You vaguely caught the ending of her words that were something along the lines of my apologies, alpha before she ran off.

Once she was out of sight, you were released from the alpha's strong grip.

“I'm sorry.” Jeno immediately apologized. “My behavior was inappropriate. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You just knew you had the dumbest look on your face when he bowed his head in apology. Never in your life had you seen an alpha apologize to anyone, let alone an omega. Somehow, you managed to smooth out your bewildered expression before he lifted his head.

Instead of accepting his sincere apology, you looked at him with a slight frown. “You just got me fired.”

The displeasure in your voice had him recoiling. It was in his nature to be respectful and do his best to please an omega. A deep discomfort scratched at his entire being as you looked at him scornfully. His biology was pushing for him to make things right and soothe the agitated omega.

“I'll properly compensate you—”

Jeno hadn’t even finished his sentence before you stuck out your hand. He looked at you with wide eyes, slightly bewildered at the brazen behavior you were displaying. Especially because you were looking at him defiantly and directly in the eye.

You were aware that your actions were downright stupid and reckless, but at this point you had nothing to lose. Besides, you could tell the alpha in front of you had money. Not just anyone got invited to an event like this one. Hell, not just anyone got hired to work at an event like this one. It had taken weeks for you to pass all the screenings and qualifications.

The alpha's wallet held a thick stack of large bills that he didn't hesitate to hand over to you. Unlike before, you didn't show any trace of shock or pleasure on your face. You stoically accepted the money all while squealing in delight on the inside.

“I guess this will do.” You told him passively.

Jeno was rendered speechless as you walked past him without looking back. As he watched you walk away, he still found himself unable to believe that such an omega could exist.

There was nothing Jeno hated more than wasting his time.

When the chairman of the country's largest cosmetic company reached out to him, he thought it was because he finally considered Jeno's offer. That's what the older man had made it seem like when he told Jeno and his father to come down to his office. Instead of drafting up a multi-million dollar, the chairman was waiting with his first born daughter. He should've known it was another trick to pressure him into officially courting her. Clearly, the stunt he pulled the other night at the charity gala didn't deter her enough to give up.

“Calm yourself.” Jeno's father commanded as they walked out of the meeting room. “Look at what you're doing.”

The employees he was walking past were all lowering their eyes in submission. Some of the omegas were even starting to bare their necks. Jeno let out a deep breath. As an alpha, he was aware that his potent scent had a powerful effect to anyone who got even the tiniest whiff, especially when he got worked up like he was now.

“Do you not find the girl's scent appealing?” His father questioned once they were in the elevator. Before Jeno could answer, his father turned his head back slightly to look at Jeno's assistant. “What about you, Chenle? Did you not think her scent—?”

“Her scent is fine.” Jeno cut in quickly, knowing his dad was making his assistant uncomfortable. “I just don't want a mate, dad. We've been over this.”

His father eyed him, obviously displeased. “You lied about courting an omega, and then you refuse to court a female alpha who is clearly interested in you. At this rate, you'll never give me any grandchildren to spoil.”

Jeno grit his teeth and attempted to stifle his growing irritation. “Dad—”

“You just haven't met the right person.” His father concluded. “Try meeting different types of people. There's this new dating app—”

“Chenle.” Jeno said suddenly. “What's next on my schedule?”

Thankfully, Chenle was quick-witted and came up with the convincing lie that he was close to being late to a meeting with his lifelong friend, Na Jaemin. His father never doubted his assistant, so he didn't protest even as they hastily parted ways.

“I let Mr. Na know that you plan to meet him in his office.” Chenle informed Jeno as they smoothly pulled into the street.

As usual, Jaemin found Jeno's misery very amusing.

Apparently, the story about Jeno's stunt was already the talk among the city's elite. Jaemin wanted to hear all the details from his friend directly since gossip always made all the facts murky. Needless to say, the truth was much more entertaining than all the rumors he’d heard.

He couldn't believe the gallant Lee Jeno had actually coerced an omega into helping him. But perhaps the most shocking detail of the entire story was the fact that this unknown omega didn't give Jeno a chance to approach like every other woman that had ever crossed paths with him. Jeno didn’t find the situation amusing at all.

“You actually walked out before he finished talking?” Jaemin's loud cackle could probably be heard from across the city. “Guess there's no possibility of signing that deal now, is there?”

Jeno growled lowly.

“Okay, relax. I know a place that will take your mind off things.”

Going to a crowded strip club definitely wasn't Jeno's idea of de-stressing and improving his mood. He doesn't even know why he followed Jaemin into the louche building or why his friend thought this was a suitable place to lift Jeno's mood in the first place.

“They serve really good drinks here.” Jaemin insisted as he pushed his friend toward the bar.

Jaemin forced his friend into one of the stools before he demanded that Jeno hand over his wallet all while insisting that it would be his treat tonight. Reluctantly and with a dramatic roll of his eyes, Jeno handed over his wallet. He let Jaemin order for the both of them as he turned his attention to look around the club.

In spite of its outward appearance, the club’s interior design was more lavish than he expected. From what he could tell, the customers were from different walks of life. Omegas, betas, and alphas were eagerly gathering around the main stage. He was busy calculating just how lucrative a business like this one would be to notice the bartender set the drinks down.

“Even the bartenders are good looking.” Jaemin sighed wistfully.

Jeno turned to look in the direction Jaemin was directing his glazed eyes. A girl with her back facing them was speaking to a tall, muscular man. He vaguely registered the scent of an alpha. Of course. Jaemin had always gushed about how he wanted an alpha to dominate him, and by the looks of it the male bartender was exactly his type.

“Don't babysit your drink!” Jaemin exclaimed when he saw Jeno staring at his drink without touching it. “We're here to have fun, and possibly find you a mate.”

His friend laughed when Jeno practically snarled at him. “It's just jokes. But seriously, drink up.”

Figuring that the night couldn't get any worse, Jeno blindly took the drink and gulped it down. To his surprise, the drink wasn't terrible. It had enough alcohol to instantly ease some of the tension he felt. Jaemin must've caught on to this because he immediately ordered another round.

This kept up until Jaemin staggered off, mumbling something about the bathroom. Jeno finished off the remainder of his drink and decided he had humored his friend enough. He absentmindedly reached for the inner pocket of his jacket and was only met with the feel of the silky fabric. He patted himself down, not noticing the look the bartender was giving him. Damn it. Jaemin still had his wallet.

“It it gonna be cash or card?”

He looked up, the order to just put it on a tab got stuck in his throat. The bartender was giving him a distrusting look. That wouldn't have mattered to him so much if he wasn't looking in the face of the omega that had helped him the other night.

Jeno unconsciously let his eyes drift down to your outfit. Unlike the other night when you were wearing a formal dress shirt that was buttoned up all the way, you were wearing a bustier corset top that hugged every curve of your upper body. The swell of your breasts looked delectable and accentuated your pretty collarbones that he would've loved to bite and mark and—

“I– Tab.” Jeno spluttered, horrified that he suddenly sounded like an awkward teenager.

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “My shift is almost over so I have to close out your tab right now. Cash or card?”

Your gaze was in no way inviting, so why couldn't Jeno look away? It was like he was stuck in some sort of trance.

He noticed that you were eyeing him like you thought he might try to run. The subtle look you gave to one of the security guards on the other end of the bar was enough to make him realize what the situation was turning into. Just before Jeno could tell you that he could buy the entire club without making a dent in his bank account, you cocked your head slightly.

“That's a nice watch.” You complimented. “I'm sure it'll be enough to cover your tab.”

Your tone (although mocking and scathing) sounded unfairly tantalizing. How an omega could act so boldly defying was unbelievable. Jeno didn't know how to react, but he was sure the heat in his gut wasn't an appropriate response. He only contemplated your implication for half a second before he thoughtlessly gave in to your unspoken request. It was like someone had possessed his body because he was suddenly taking off the watch.

Before the pretty omega could grab it, Jeno pulled his hand out of her reach. “This is only insurance until I get my wallet. Don't go running off with it.”

Your free-spirited grin made something coil inside him. “You mean, it's not a gift?”

His heart started to pound. Why did your question have the same affect on him as if you were begging for his knot? The carnal heat in his gut expanded up to his chest. Fuck.

“I'll get you a better one.” Jeno suddenly promised, unable to understand how you could evoke such a response from him.

Your grin, instead of being delighted like he expected, only turned more predatory. “One made of white gold and diamonds?”

Jeno knew you were teasing him. It was clear that you didn't actually believe he would follow through with his promise. The way you didn't shy away from treating him with blatant deride would've made him mistake you for an alpha if he didn’t know better. No other person would have the audacity to treat him in such a way. Even so, he couldn't—wouldn't—retract his offering of a gift. “If that's what you want.”

You let out a quiet snort and quickly snatched the watch from him before he changed his mind. “Hurry back.” Your voice was slightly authoritative as you dangled the heavy watch mockingly. “My shift ends soon.”

Instead of making him angry, your insulting behavior made his intrigue increase by a tenfold. It seemed like you held no regard for his secondary gender despite knowing he was someone who could easily have you at your knees.

“I won't be long.” Jeno stressed, exerting the most restrained side he had.

It didn't take long for him to find Jaemin. His dear friend was caged against the wall with a young beta's tongue shoved down his throat. Jeno clenched his jaw in annoyance.

“Jaemin.” He let just enough authority slip into his tone to force his friend to pay attention.

The look on Jaemin's face when he pulled away from the beta was priceless. With a sputtered apology, Jaemin quickly retreated from the beta's side and hurried to follow after Jeno, who was already walking back to the bar. His whines about how he'd found the perfect guy to take home being ruined were ignored.

When Jeno got to the bar, he was confused when the bartender from before wasn't there waiting for him. Only the alpha Jaemin had set his eyes on at the beginning of the night was there.

“Where's the girl that was here earlier?” Jeno demanded straight away.

The other alpha didn't seem fazed by his tone, but did eye him longer than necessary. “She went home.” He let out a quiet snort. “Don’t bother with her. You’re not the first guy to try to approach. She turns everyone down.”

Jaemin gave his friend an incredulous look. In all the years he’d known Jeno, he never tried to formally approach anyone.

“Don't worry. She didn't keep your watch.”

A deep, intense disappointment ate at his gut after the guy handed over his watch. Jaemin caught the agitated scent his friend was beginning to give off and quickly went to pay the bill.

Jeno couldn't hide his displeasure.

He hadn't even gotten your name.

Chenle had done many ambivalent things as Lee Jeno's personal assistant. Mainly, getting the hired omegas to sign NDAs and sending Jeno’s regards to any competitor who stepped out of line. But this was the first time his boss had asked him to dig into the background of an ordinary omega who he had never even seen. Maybe it wouldn't have been so strange had it not been for the way Jeno reacted when he received the information Chenle had gathered.

Jeno had been extremely pleased when he got his hands on the report. Like, way too pleased. Chenle barely managed to keep a straight face when his boss ordered him to bring the car around.

True to his word, Jeno went out and bought you the prettiest watch he could find. He could tell Chenle nearly died of shock because the most he ever spent on the omegas he hired was dinner and—if he liked them enough—some nice lingerie. Not a fucking watch that was worth as much as a car. Still, like the good assistant that Jeno paid him to be, Chenle kept quiet.

Thanks to the report he'd gotten, he was easily able to find out your name as well as the fact that you were in your last year of college. Jeno wasn't surprised when he saw that you were seven years younger than him—only someone so young could be as bold as you were.

Later on in the week, Jeno went back to the club on a night he knew you would be there. He approached the bar after spotting the alpha you were working beside last time. The guy seemed a little shocked when Jeno asked for you by your name, but smirked at him anyway. “She's in the VIP section tonight.”

Jeno didn't know what to make of that smirk. Instead of thinking on it, he walked toward where he knew the VIP section was located. He was immediately thrown off when he didn't see you at the small bar like he expected. Deciding to wait and see if you'd show up soon, he sat on one of the padded chairs while casually looking around. Even as the DJ announced the next dancer, he still didn't see you.

Before Jeno could contemplate his next move, a pure, unadulterated sweetness suddenly filled the air. Every single male in the VIP section was quick to sniff the air, eagerly searching for the source. Jeno had never smelled anything so delectable in his entire life. The scent made him want to bury his face in the source and never come up for air.

His jaw nearly dropped when he saw you walk out on the stage, clad in a rhinestone-covered bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. Your smooth skin was complemented by the shining imitation crystals, and Jeno suddenly had an urge to drape you in real jewels. Ones that would go with your complexion beautifully.

The surrounding males started throwing their money on the stage before you even got to the pole, all eager to capture your attention. Jeno had never been the jealous or possessive type, but he couldn't help but feel a burning discomfort in the pit of his stomach as the hungry alphas and betas hooted and hollered at you. He held back a snarl. None of the filthy mutts surrounding him were worthy of you.

Your stage presence was as captivating as that intoxicating scent of yours, and Jeno briefly wondered how you managed to hide it so well before. With a scent like yours, you could've easily been mated to a rich, powerful man. From what your coworker had said (something that was later confirmed by Chenle's digging), he knew that you had actively denied any male who wanted to approach. It made his insatiable curiosity about you grow more and more.

Omegas had the uncanny ability to attract effortlessly, and that's exactly what you were doing with your half-lidded gaze. Your hips swayed in perfect sync with the music, making it seem like your fluid moves were a second nature. The crowd went wild when you climbed on the pole and slowly slid down with the most sensual look on your face. A look that made it seem like you were begging to be fucked raw and knotted and bitten—

All too suddenly, the song ended and you left the crowd with one last tantalizing look before strutting off the stage. Jeno was able to snap out of his haze quickly before going to find the club's manager. He might've seemed like a desperate perv, but there was no way he was letting any of those other men try to lay a hand on you.

Jeno waited in the largest private room the club had. All the confidence and self assurance he had fell away when the door opened. What if you thought he was some sort of creep for coming to see you?

He doesn't know if the casual smirk you're giving him is one you give every other customer, or if you actually didn't mind that he came back to find you. Despite his doubts, somehow your smirk managed to soothe all the worries he had from before.

“Did you like my dance that much?” You wondered with an innocent tilt of your head.

Jeno swallowed thickly. He loved it, but he wasn't here for that. Not tonight, anyway. He reached for the elegant box in his pocket and held it up. “I brought your present.”

The way your eyes rounded with shock was very satisfactory for Jeno. It was the very first time he saw a genuine reaction on your face instead of the blank expression you always wore. Much to his disappointment, your face was quickly masked by its usual stoic blankness. You crossed the room and sat beside him, careful to keep at an arms length. The never-ending cautiousness you had made Jeno's lips twitch. He'd met plenty of omegas, but none quite as skittishly assertive as you. He doesn't know why, but he found it extremely charming.

You warily eyed the box in his hand, and Jeno started to feel nervous. Were you about to reject his gift? There was nothing more disrespectful and humiliating than to be rejected by an omega. To be dismissed by an omega was the same as being labeled as worthless.

Finally, you set your pretty eyes back on him. “I thought you were joking about the watch.”

“I never joke when it comes to a gift for omegas.”

You rolled your eyes at him, and Jeno couldn't believe he actually found that endearing. Most omegas would be delighted to receive any sort of gift from an alpha. Especially a gift like the one he was holding in his hands. “Are you denying my gift?”

His voice came out so incredibly soft that you couldn't help but melt a little. Jeno sounded like the very thought of your rejection killed him, and that gave you an insane amount of thrill. Fuck. You had to get ahold of yourself before he could smell how much it pleased you.

“Then... what's inside the box is really mine?”

“Of course.”

You tentatively grabbed the elegant box from him and set it on your lap. Jeno was completely enraptured as you opened the box. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment at the way your eyes sparkled once you saw the glimmering watch.

That stupidly endearing alpha had actually gotten you a watch made of white gold that was intricately outlined with diamonds, just like you had asked for. Your fingertips brushed up against the edges of the watch, not believing that something so expensive and precious was actually yours.

Instead of immediately putting it on like Jeno had hoped you would, you closed the box and set it down.

“I guess you want your dance now.” You said as indifferently as you could, hoping all the emotion you were feeling didn't drip into your voice.

“Not particularly.” Jeno said honestly despite knowing that having you dance for him would be the greatest treat he could ever receive. “I only came to give you your gift.”

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. “But you booked the room for an hour.”

Jeno would never admit to the fact that he had only done so in order for you to spend the last part of your shift away from all those sleazy males that you had danced for. “It gives you a chance to rest.”

As he got up to leave, you caught his wrist. Jeno thanked the heavens that he didn't physically react like the inner part of him did. He clenched his jaw when he saw the look you were giving him. Your gaze was almost pleading as you spoke your next words. “If you leave so soon, I'll get in trouble.”

Your stare made him want to ruin you. “Stay?”

Jeno had never complied with a request so easily.

After he sat down, he shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you. You were oddly charmed at his chivalrous behavior and accepted.

If Jeno thought having you cover the upper half of your body would stop his impure thoughts, he couldn't have been more wrong. The sight of you wearing his jacket was tempting, but the sight of you unconsciously scenting the collar drove him crazy.

“I didn't know you were a dancer.” Jeno said, glad that his voice didn't come out strained.

“I'm a girl of many talents.” You told him cheekily. “And it pays. I'm sure you saw how much money I made off that one dance. Now my rent for next month is paid.”

Jeno raised a curious eyebrow. The compensation he gave you was enough for you to not worry about money for a while. At least, he thought it had been. “Did you already spend the money I gave you?”

“Are you asking for it back?” You raised an eyebrow.

Jeno nearly bristled. No, he wasn't asking for the money back. He would never attempt to take back a gift he gave an omega. Your smug look tipped him off that you knew how offensive he found your question. He grit his teeth. “Of course not.”

You tilted your head in quiet amusement. “Even if I hadn't spent the money, I can't live off of a couple thousand dollars forever. And now that I lost my other job, I have to double my shifts here just to pay my bills.”

Jeno ignored the dig you directed at him. “So, you only dance part time then?”

“I usually bartend here, but one of the dancers needed someone to cover her shift. She said I could make double the money I usually do, and she didn't lie.”

From the report he'd gotten, Jeno knew that you often worked several jobs at a time to support yourself. Up until now, he had never felt the primal urge to provide for anyone. But now, he kept picturing himself giving you everything you ever wanted and making sure you never went without.

“Your boyfriend doesn't mind you working here?”

It was a cliché question and an obvious one. The small smirk on your face made Jeno realize that you'd quickly caught on to his line of questioning. And yet, he didn't attempt to take the question back.

“No one tells this omega what to do.”

Fuck. It was like you were teasing him on purpose. But Jeno knew better. He knew you couldn't care less about him approaching. You hadn't let him back then, and it seemed like you wouldn't now or in the future.

“And what about you?” Alpha. He'd hoped to hear that word from your pretty little mouth. “Won't the woman you're courting be upset that you're here, spending time with me?”

Jeno can't tell if your question is an attempt to tease him for the situation that happened on the night of the charity gala or payback for the question he had asked you earlier. Either way, he felt the need to clear up any misunderstanding that you may or may not have had.

“I'm not interested in making her my mate. I've made that clear to her from the beginning.”

“Why not?” You wondered, genuinely curious as to why he didn’t want a beautiful, rich alpha as his mate.

Usually, the words I don't want a mate were easy enough to say, but now it just seemed like the wrong thing to tell you. Instead, he chose to tell you the truth in a different way. “She's not the one.”

He couldn't tell what you were thinking as you gazed at him with your enigmatic stare. You held his gaze for a moment longer before you nodded in understanding. A small smirk crossed your face.

“What?” Jeno prodded.

“She must think you're crazy.” You laughed. “To reject her advances just to court a regular omega who doesn't have one tenth of the wealth you do.”

Instead of agreeing, Jeno's gaze hardened. “She doesn't compare to you. I don't want a pliant woman who follows my every order by my side.”

His heated gaze and heart-stopping words awakened something inside you, something that felt like it could only be soothed by the alpha beside you. Damn it. You had to get yourself under control so he wouldn't catch on to just how much his words affected you.

Jeno checked his watch and let out a deep sigh. “The hour is almost over.”

You peeked at his watch, surprised that there was only ten minutes left of his private dance. Part of you felt disappointed that he had to go so soon.

As Jeno went to get up, you held a hand to his chest. He looked at you questioningly and you only gave him a deadpan look. “My boss will suspect something if you leave the room looking and smelling like you do.”

Before Jeno could ask what exactly you planned to do, you pushed him back with a force he hadn't expected from an omega before you swung one of your legs over his own and straddled his lap. His widened eyes had glazed over with a darkness that made your insides clench. You sensually took off his jacket and gave him an innocent look.

“Can I scent you?”

Fuck. All night Jeno had been trying to hide the arousal he was feeling, but now, with you in his lap asking him that...

Jeno nodded mechanically, and you didn't hesitate to shove your face into his neck. Whatever hold you had on your scent was released, and in the next instant Jeno was overwhelmed by the delicious odor. His dick was painfully hard by now, and it felt like he was seconds away from cumming in his pants.

You gently nosed at his scent gland, grinding your hips against him. The second your heat rubbed against his bulge, you felt how big he was. If you weren't at work, there was no doubt in your mind that you would've had the alpha fuck you until you couldn't walk.

Not caring that you were practically dripping in your own slick, you started to roll your hips hard against his covered cock. The deep growl Jeno let out made you clench around nothing. Your desperate need to relieve the ache between your legs was growing stronger.

You lifted your head, and scented into Jeno's hair. Fuck. He wasn't even doing anything, and you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust from how turned on you were.

Meanwhile, Jeno was trying not to cum in his pants. The feeling of your warm heat grinding down on his dick was driving him crazy. If you were any other omega, he would ripped your clothes off and fucked you senseless. But you were only doing your job, and he wasn't going to get your fired a second time. Even if he could smell how much you wanted him.

Before you could let yourself get carried away, you stopped and got off his lap. The intoxicating aroma of your scent mixed in with his had a fire burning deep inside your stomach. Jeno's flushed face and dark eyes were making you feel like the most desired person on earth. That heated gaze held something so... fuck.

“You can come watch me dance any time you want.”

With that, you left Jeno alone the most painful erection he'd ever had in his life.

You were going to murder Haechan.

When your friend mentioned that his rich cousin had agreed to let him use his giant yacht for a small party, you were ecstatic. All your friends agreed that they also needed a break from working and studying so this was going to be the perfect opportunity for that. Instead of staying home and resting, you decided to actually try to live a little for once.

You regretted your decision a minute after you got on the boat and Haechan pointed to the guy talking to the captain.

“That's your cousin?”

Jisung had taken the words right out of your mouth. It was same guy who gave you the icy watch and whose lap you were grinding on just last week. Part of your mind went completely blank while the other could only register panic signals. What. The. Fuck. This could not be happening to you.

“Yeah. What—?”

“Dude! How could you not tell us that Lee Jeno is your cousin?”

“You know him?” You asked incredulously.

“Forbes wrote an article about him last month.” Jisung's voice was completely starstruck. “He's one of the richest guys in the country, and he's not even thirty yet!”

All of these hard-to-swallow facts wouldn't have mattered to you had it not been for the fact that he was Haechan's fucking cousin. If he ever came to find out what happened between you and Jeno, you would never live to see another peaceful day.

And to think that the entirety of the past week you had been hoping to see Jeno again. This wasn't what you had in mind at all.

“Who cares? Jeno is a normal guy. He's a little uptight, but you won't even notice that he's here.”

You wanted to throttle your unsuspecting friend. How could you not notice the man that had been plaguing your dreams and sexual fantasies?

“Let me introduce you guys.”

Before you could say no and jump overboard, Haechan was pushing you and Jisung toward his cousin.

You tried to calm yourself so no one would notice how uncomfortable you were. Because even if your friends were betas, the second you gave off even the faintest scent of distress they, as well as any alpha within the vicinity, would be able to detect it. Nothing was more undesirable than the behavior of an alpha in the presence of a disconcerted omega.

“Jeno!” Haechan called cheerfully.

The alpha's gaze didn't hold any shock, only what seemed like mild satisfaction, but you couldn't be sure. You were too busy trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to you.

“These are my friends, Y/N and Jisung. Guys, this is my cousin, Jeno.”

“Nice to meet you.” Jeno said, his eyes flickering to Jisung before settling back on you. “I had some champagne brought out. Would you like some?”

“Yes!” Jisung eagerly agreed.

Before Haechan could point out that he already had the staff set out drinks and food, Jeno's personal assistant brought out a bottle of champagne. And it wasn't just any bottle, either. His dear cousin had the Dom Pérignon brought out. Haechan was convinced Jeno had been body snatched until he saw the way his cousin was looking at you as you went to have a taste of his favorite champagne.

His gaze held such a carnal desire that he noticed even Jisung was blushing. A devious smirk crossed Haechan's face as he finally pieced everything together.

Two days ago when he asked (begged) Jeno to let him borrow his luxurious yacht for a small party, his cousin had turned him down right away. Apparently he thought Haechan couldn't be trusted, and despite him inviting not only Jeno to come along, but also Jaemin, the answer was still no.

Everything changed when you called Haechan in the middle of his groveling. Jeno happened to see your picture on the screen and immediately snatched his phone from where it laid on the table. His cousin had demanded to know if you two were friends straight away. To Haechan, it was obvious that you could potentially play a part in convincing Jeno to let him use the yacht so he lied and said you were calling about the party.

Now, it was clear that you had been the exact reason his cousin said yes. His smirk grew bigger.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Where's Jaemin?”

Jeno snapped out of his trance long enough to throw Haechan a glare. It was clear to him what the little shit was implying. “He couldn't come.”

“Really?” Haechan raised an eyebrow. “Because when I invited him, he said you—”

“Be a good host and go greet your other guests.” Jeno commanded, not willing to let his cousin speak any further and potentially say something stupid like he had the habit of doing.

“Come on, Jisung.” Haechan smirked. “I think Y/N wants to stay here and have a little more champagne.”

The scathing looks he received from both you and his cousin made Haechan realize that you two would a great (and terrifying) couple. Intimidated as he was, he still planned to use Jeno's infatuation with you to his advantage. This party was only the first step of a very long plan he had.

“I'm surprised.” Jeno said after your two friends left. “You don't seem like the type of person to get along with Haechan.”

“He's fun to be around.” You admitted, looking off to where he was excitedly greeting the rest of the people he invited.

Jeno hummed, not knowing what to make of the softness in your eyes. Just before he could keep the conversation going, Chenle came to him telling him about a problem one of his companies was having with one of the executive directors. He looked back at you, but you waved him off with the promise to speak to him later.

After having an impromptu conference call in one of the cabins, Jeno was finally able to go back up to rejoin the party. The first time he caught sight of you again, you were surrounded by two boys who he recognized as alphas. A deep satisfaction settled in his chest when he saw you very clearly brush off their attempts to approach. You hadn't so much as acknowledged them properly.

“Staring at my friend like some creep isn't going to make her come talk to you.”

Jeno turned to glare at Haechan. He still couldn't believe his idiot cousin was actually a friend of yours. He guessed he couldn't be too disappointed since it gave him the chance to see you again.

“If you don't go talk to her, Mark will just keep bothering her all night.”

“Mark?” Jeno couldn't keep the growl out of his voice.

Haechan shrugged innocently like he wasn't full on instigating (and lying). “He's been flirting with her since the semester started. Look, he's going up to her right now. That's like the third—”

He hadn't even finished his sentence before Jeno made his way over to where you and this Mark were standing.

You loved Mark, you really did, but he had been talking to you for all of ten seconds, and you were already done with the conversation. Listening to the problems he had with his mate wasn't your idea of a good time. The champagne wasn't helping, either.

“—that your boyfriend?”

You only tuned back in because of the words he whispered in your ear. As you glanced up at him, he nodded his head in a different direction, looking extremely intimidated. You followed his gaze only to find that Jeno was not only glaring at Mark, but also heading in your direction.

That gaze was doing something to you.

“Why would you think that?” You wondered without taking your eyes off the fine specimen that was Lee Jeno.

“The way he's looking at you—”

“Y/N.” Jeno spoke, his deep voice sending a tingle straight through you. “Sorry I took so long.”

You held back a smirk when Mark muttered an excuse about going to find Renjun. He practically ran off, not caring that it would've seemed rude. As you looked back at Jeno, you giggled quietly when you saw him glaring in Mark's direction.

“I think you'll have the entire boat on their knees if you don't calm down.”

Jeno belatedly realized that many of the guests were starting to feel the affects of his emotions. You surprised him by reaching for his hand and tugging him toward you. When you gently rubbed your cheek against his own, Jeno practically melted. “I know you get agitated around other alphas.”

Haechan's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Jeno throw his head back and laugh. He looked absolutely smitten as he leaned into you and whispered something into your ear. It seemed like he wouldn't need to do much to nudge you two together.

“Your cousin is watching us.” You said with a laugh.

Jeno cocked his head to the side before looking back at you with a smirk. “He thinks I'm trying to approach.”

“And he thinks I'm going to let you.”

Jeno swallowed thickly. “Can I?”

Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was the fact that Jeno was the most respectful alpha you had ever met, or maybe it was because you'd never wanted anyone as badly as you did him. Whatever the reason was, you found yourself nodding. “Yes.”

When you tipped your head to give him full access to the length of your neck, Jeno gently nosed along the soft flesh, breathing in all the pheromones you were releasing. He doesn't care that you two are amongst a boat full of people. Right now all he can focus is on you, and by the smell of it, you were feeling the same way.

Haechan nearly fainted when he saw the impossible. You and Jeno had skipped several steps of his plan and ended up near the final stage.

He was definitely getting his own yacht much sooner than he had originally planned.

“Listen, I'm only here because Jeno asked me to come with you.”

When Haechan said asked, he really meant ordered. Not that making you look like an absolute dream for the date his cousin had arranged wasn't already part of his plan, but still… his cousin could be very aggressively dictating when he wanted to be.

You had planned to buy a lavish dress from one of the fancy stores that Haechan was currently pulling you into from the start, except Jeno insisted that he would pay not only for the outfit for your date, but any other clothes you wanted as well. Usually, you wouldn't accept anyone paying for something you wanted. However with Jeno, things were different. He was respectfully demonstrating how he could provide for you, and it made your insides feel warm.

After Haechan made you try on at least a dozen dresses, you finally found one that you were both pleased with. A satin dress that hugged every single ridge and curve of your body. You looked so good that Haechan wouldn't be surprised if Jeno marked you as soon as he saw you.

Your friend drove you back to his house, insisting that you get ready at his place because he wanted to see the look on Jeno's face when he saw you.

All the long hours you spent getting ready felt worth it the moment you walked downstairs and found Jeno waiting for you. His suit fit him perfectly, clearly accentuating his muscular form. Fuck. He really wasn't going to make this easy on you.

The unadulterated hunger his gaze held when you approached him awoke a fire in you. Yeah. You were definitely going to eat him up by the end of the night.

Haechan watched from afar as his smitten cousin whisked you away. It was almost comical how smoothly his plan was going.

The restaurant Jeno brought you to was the most exclusive one in the city. All eyes were on you as you walked past the line and were seated right away. You'd known Jeno had power and influence, but seeing it in real time was something else.

“Do you prefer red or white wine?”

“Either is fine.” You told him, not wanting to mention that the only wine you'd ever had was the cheap kind Jisung would bring over on movie night.

When the waiter approached the table, you let Jeno order for the both of you since you had never heard of more than half the things on the menu. You glanced around, noticing that you kept getting inconspicuous looks from the surrounding tables. It made the nerves eating at your stomach coil uncomfortably.

“Can I have your hand?”

Jeno's question snapped you back to reality. His gentle gaze made you give in to his request. As soon as you put your hand in his, his thumb softly brushed over the scent gland on your wrist. You could feel the heat on your face. Damn. He'd caught on to your feelings.

“I can request another table if—”

“No!” You shook your head. “This table is fine. It's just... do you own this restaurant or something? Everyone keeps staring at us.”

“My father owns it.” Jeno clarified like it was a normal thing to say. “And they're staring because I'm having dinner with the prettiest omega in the room.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't fight the smile stretching on your lips. “Shut up.”

Jeno couldn't keep the satisfied grin off his face. While he absolutely loved your feral side, he didn't mind the coy side you were displaying.

You didn't realize you were still holding hands with Jeno until your food was brought out. The way your eyes lit up every time you tried something you never tasted before made Jeno's chest fill with warmth. He wanted to keep seeing that look on your face, be the reason for it.

“Haechan was surprised that you let me approach.” He said suddenly. Jeno was admittedly surprised as well. Even he could tell you didn't think highly of alphas or any male that tried to formally approach you.

“I've never met anyone that I felt was worthy of approaching.”

Jeno swallowed thickly, his heart pounding. “And you think that I am?”

The smile you gave him was blinding. “I do.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, and before either of you knew it, you two were back at Jeno’s place. Honestly, he hadn't planned on taking you back to his house, but he was quickly finding out that you could easily bend him to your will. The craziest part was that he didn't mind one bit.

His lack of resistance to your charm was the exact reason Jeno found himself on his bed, with you on top of him. He felt exactly like he did when you scented him at the club. Except this time he had no reason to stop what he was doing. But he knew that he couldn’t let it go any further.

And so, very reluctantly did he pull away from you. “Wait. We shouldn't do this.”

“Why not?” You whined, yes, whined. Never in your life had you felt so turned on, and him acting like a complete gentleman wasn't helping.

“We've only been out once.” Jeno said, the reason sounding ridiculous even to his own ears.

“So what?” You growled. “It's not like it's the last time we'll go out.”

That was enough to make any little control Jeno had snap.

He flipped you over so you were beneath him. Jeno helped you pull off your dress, and let out a low growl when he saw you were only wearing panties and no bra. His head dipped down to capture one of your hardened buds in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple before he gentle nipped at it with his teeth. Your soft whimpers were driving him crazy.

Jeno pulled back, completely enraptured by how you were looking at him with a dark, lust-filled gaze. Seeing the desperate way you were spreading your legs, he decided to indulge you. He trailed his hand down your body until his fingers circled your covered pussy. To find you soaking wet made Jeno's dick twitch. Fuck. All this, and he hadn't evened touched you properly yet. He bit his bottom lip as he watched you writhe in pleasure.

You nearly whined when Jeno pulled away from the part where you needed him the most. He sat up long enough to pull his shirt and pants off. The giant bulge being contained by his underwear made your mouth water.

Jeno started kissing down your body until he got to your covered heat. “I have to get you ready—have to taste you first.”

In the next moment, Jeno was dragging your panties down your thighs and holding them open before he shoved his mouth into your wet, aching cunt. Your arched your back, instinctively closing your thighs around Jeno's head. He forced them back down, licking you all over and shoving his tongue deep inside you.

It's not long before your thighs begin to shake out of our pleasure, your moans sounding almost pornographic. Just as you're about to reach the edge, Jeno pulled back, his mouth and chin covered with your juices. You'd never seen a more erotic sight.

“So sweet.” Jeno licked his lips. “My sweet little omega.”

“I...” you spoke through your pants. “I'm not...”

“You are for me.”

Before you could form a coherent response, a thick finger slid inside you. It wasn’t enough to give you the release you were looking for, but you clench around it and grind into his hand anyway. His movements are too slow, making you whine out of frustration. “Jeno, please.”

As always, Jeno is powerless to your pleas and yanks his fingers out of you, but not before sucking them dry to get another taste of your essence. You squirm in place, desperate to have him relieve the ache between your legs.

Your mouth goes dry when Jeno slides off his underwear to reveal his thick, long cock. It's so pretty, something that belonged in porn. You can't stop staring at the thicker part near the base. Fuck. You can only imagine how big his knot would be.

As if reading your mind, Jeno smirked down at you. “Thinking about taking my knot?”

“Yes.” You moan shamelessly as the fat tip of his cock catches along your entrance, gently nudging against your swollen clit.

Jeno repeats the action, allowing his tip to linger and press inside you before pulling it out. He kept doing it, loving the way you were clamping down on his head. The sight of your needy cunt trying to suck him back in was an image he would never forget.

You moaned loudly when Jeno finally shoved his dick all the way inside in a single thrust. All you could focus on was the monstrous cock splitting you open deliciously. “Alpha!”

Your own words don't register until Jeno stops. His eyes are dark, dark, dark when he pulls away from your jaw to look at you. “Say that again.” Jeno practically growls.

You looped your hands around his neck and shoved your face against the underside of his jaw. “Alpha.” You whimpered as you clenched around him. “You feel so good.”

Jeno pulls out enough to see that your slick was covering his cock and dripping down the length of it. Something inside him snapped, and he starts fucking into you at a savage pace. His harsh thrusts have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, incoherent mumbles and moans slipping past your lips. Jeno's groaning is like music to your ears, and you feel like you’re seconds away from gushing all over him.

The feeling of your sweet cunt clamping down on him has Jeno moaning, trying his hardest not to blow his load too early. He continues to fuck you hard, rolling deft fingers over the swell of your pussy. “Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight.”

You quickly capture his lips in a sloppy kiss because you know you'll come undone quickly if he doesn't stop talking. Every drag of his thick length is pushing you closer to the edge, the heady scent of your slick filling the air as you grind you hips into Jeno's to match his thrusts.

“You're perfect.” Jeno groans. “Perfect, beautiful omega.”

His hips are snapping now, and his movements hurt, but feel so delicious at the same time. It hurts because you haven’t taken anything in a long time, and you know Jeno can feel that by the way he's moaning into your shoulder, cock slamming into your harder than before.

You want Jeno to cum inside you, to knot you and claim you. Just as you feel the base of his cock slowly forming and swelling, you can't hold back your orgasm anymore. Your moan was loud and pornographic as you tightened around Jeno's cock, creaming all over him.

Jeno had never seen a hotter sight than you reaching your high. The way your head was thrown back in absolute bliss paired with your fucked out expression was everything.

“Y/N!” Jeno groans as he starts cumming, spilling his hot, thick seed inside you.

It's not a proper knot like the one he would've had if he was having a rut, but it manages to keep all his cum inside. You pull Jeno impossibly closer, nuzzling into his neck.

His room smells incredible, and you know then and there that you'll never leave Jeno's side.

“Hold on. You think what?”

Haechan looked like he was on the verge of having an aneurism.

You and Jisung were hanging out at his apartment when he brought up how you were going to marry his cousin. Once you realized that he wasn’t joking, you informed your two friends that Jeno wasn't courting you, that you only let him approach because of your mutual need to have fun.

“What the hell are you doing with him if he's not courting you?” Jisung demanded, not liking where the conversation was going. Having a mate wasn't everything, but being treated with respect was.

You pressed your lips together. The relationship was obvious to you. If you weren't officially together, but still spent time with him, had sex, and accepted all the luxurious gifts he gave you, it was clear what was going on. But that was okay because Jeno had never given you any false hope of anything more and vice versa. You two were just having fun.

“I think you're missing something.” Haechan insisted. “My cousin doesn't just go around giving people penthouses, okay?”

Jisung looked at you with wide eyes. “He did what?”

Luckily, you got a text from Jeno at that moment, telling you he was waiting for you outside. “I got to go, but I’ll tell you about it later. I promise.”

When you got into the sleek black car that belonged to Jeno, you noticed that he was staring at his phone with a deep frown on his face. Like second nature, you leaned over to gently nuzzle at his hair. Immediately, you felt his tension dissipate.

“What's wrong?” You wondered as you nosed at his cheek.

Jeno swallowed thickly. What was wrong was that he had gotten a text from his cousin, demanding to know why you thought he wasn't courting you. But he didn't want to upset you, so he reluctantly lied and told you things at work had been stressful lately.

As you two drove back to his place, you couldn't help but think back on Jisung's words. What were you doing with Jeno if he wasn't courting you? It was a complicated question because at the beginning just having fun was fine, but more time you spent with Jeno, the more infatuated you became with him.

How could you not when he always treated you so respectfully? Jeno always insisted on taking you on luxurious dates and on spontaneous shopping trips. It was all too much sometimes, but you enjoyed it almost as much as you enjoyed having him by your side.

And not to mention the gifts.

If you so much as stared at something too long, he would buy it for you. Anything you wanted, from food to jewelry to clothes, it was yours. When you told Jeno that you didn't have any more room for his gifts, he turned around and gifted you a penthouse apartment in one of the many buildings he owned.

Which is why when you got to his place, you started to thank him properly.

The soft growl he let out against the curve of your jaw sent a tingle straight to your pussy. You moaned softly and threw your head back when his strong hands tightened on your hips, guiding you down to press your aching cunt against his clothed cock.

“Alpha!” The wonton moan made him buck his hips into yours. Fuck. You were going to be the death of him.

You're pretty sure that he can feel your slick leaking through your underwear, and you're certain that's he's loving every bit of it. Jeno is quick to bring a hand down between you. You whimper softly when he runs a finger against your clothed slit. He rubs it a bit before pulling down the fabric down your legs.

Jeno quickly unbuckled his pants to reveal his thick cock. The hunger in your eyes made Jeno grin and pull you down against his throbbing length. You breathed out a needy please, desperate to have some friction against your aching cunt.

The alpha dragged you along the length of his thick cock, soaking it in your essence. Your slick dripped down his balls and on to the sheets between his parted thighs. Jeno's pleased smirk made your pussy clench in want. Fuck. He looked so hot.

In the next moment, you felt his wet tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple, and you nearly lost it. “Jeno.” You moaned pathetically. “I need– I need...”

Jeno suckled at your hardened bud, running his tongue over it again and again. Fuck. It turned him on to hear you beg, but it wasn't enough. “You need what, baby?” He shifted his hips, brushing the tip of his fat cock against your entrance to coax an answer out of you. “Tell me.”

“I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

Jeno could never deny you anything, especially when you were begging him like you were. He brushed the tip of his dick against you again before slowly pushing you down on to it. He forced your walls apart with a deep, guttural groan. No matter how many times he fucked you, he could never get used to how tight you were.

Before Jeno could move, you started bouncing on his massive cock. You were eager to bring him to pleasure since he was always so good to you. Every time you sunk down on his hot length, you whimpered in pure delight. Every time he was inside you, you were reminded that you could never get enough of his dick.

He smirked sinfully. Fuck, you were perfect. Jeno spanked your ass with such force that you rocked forward. When you fell on his muscular chest, he put on hand on your hip and the other on your ass. He started guiding you up and down his cock, his large tip hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“You're so fucking hot.” Jeno growled.

Your slick dripped down his balls and made the sound of his skin slapping against yours entirely carnal. Every clap of his heavy balls on your ass jolted you and forced you to brace yourself on his strong chest. A fist tightened around your hair, pulling you to his lips where he devoured you with a lust-fuelled kiss.

Jeno swallowed your squeal as his thumb found your aching clit, rubbing at it in practised circles. The wet gush of your slick coating his unrelenting cock felt amazing. The world seemed to spin off its axis as you listened to the moans of the man still fucking into you.

You two reached your climax together, muffling each other’s groans with a sloppy kiss. After you pulled away, you started scenting each other like you did every time you were done having sex.

After you two got dressed and were ready to leave, Jeno pulled you in for a sweet, but heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth when you heard the sound of footsteps. You vaguely registered the sound of a throat clearing, but you couldn’t pull away because Jeno's firm grip didn't let you move an inch.

“Son.”

It was only then that Jeno loosened his hold, but kept a firm grip on you. To say that you were mortified to see a man who was clearly Jeno's father standing two feet away from where you two were making out was an understatement. Jeno was quick to scent into your hair, easily stifling some of the unease you felt.

“So, you really are courting an omega.”

His tone wasn't disapproving, and that's what threw you. So did the fact that he said Jeno was courting you, and Jeno didn't deny it.

A smile broke out on the older man's face. “It's about time!”

The older man rushed forward to take you out of his sons arms and give you a bone crushing hug. Bewildered at the sudden physical contact, you stood stolidly with your hands hovering over his back. Eventually you decided that despite his misunderstanding of the situation, it was better for Jeno to tell him at a later time. You gently returned his hug, unsure why your chest suddenly felt so heavy.

His dad pulled back, the bright smile still in place. “I never thought my son would ever bring back a nice girl with that personality of his.”

Jeno would’ve usually felt annoyed, but your mellifluous laugh soothed any irritation that he could've had.

“I don't see a mark.” His father said disapprovingly as he gave Jeno the side eye. “Your mother and I raised you to do things right.”

You blushed a bit because it was you who had wanted to get straight into fucking. Not that you were going to receive Jeno's bite, but still...

It was silent as you took the elevator up to your new place. Just before you could get to the door, Jeno came to a stop, but didn't let go of your hand. He tugged toward him, effectively trapping you against him. He cuddled you aggressively, not letting you get away.

“Talking to my dad made you upset.” Jeno murmured against your neck.

You sighed. It did, but not in the way he probably thought. “I just... won't he be disappointed when he finds out that I'm not going to be your mate?”

Jeno stopped cuddling you and turned you around to face him. He raised an eyebrow at you. It was almost teasing. “Is this your way of telling me you don't want me to court you?”

Your brain short circuited. “I- What?”

You never gave it a thought because you were too busy living in the moment and enjoying the fantasy you were living before it inevitably came to an end.

“You didn't think I would ever let anyone else have you, did you?”

Being courted was the single most romantic and frustrating thing that ever happened to you. Of course you appreciated the way Jeno was behaving, but you also wanted him to mate you and fuck you like you knew he could. For some reason, he insisted on waiting for your next heat which wasn't that long away, but also too long for your liking.

Now it was a little less than three days away, and Jeno had prepared everything. He even had Chenle fill his house with plenty of water and food.

“For your heat, I'll get you anything you may need. I don't know how your other partners treat—”

“I've never had a partner for any of my heats. You'll be the first.”

Jeno went still. Fuck.

You gave him your signature smirk. “You'll take care of me, won't you, alpha?”

Jeno knew you were only goading him into breaking the patience he had kept up until now. Especially with the way you were no longer keeping your scent wrapped up so it wasn't so potent. He grit his teeth and quickly stood up.

“Be good. I'll be back from my business trip right before you go into heat.”

And he was, but just barely. Jeno had to rush back home from the airport after he'd gotten word from Haechan that your heat had started sooner than expected.

When walked through the door, he could smell you instantly. His dick immediately got hard, and he blindly followed your scent to his room. There, he found the nest made up of his clothes and your own. You were laying in the middle of it, completely naked. Jeno growled lowly when you turned your lustful gaze at him.

“Alpha.” You whimpered as you toyed with your dripping pussy. "It hurts."

Jeno vaguely remembers tearing off every shred of clothing he was wearing to join you in the nest you created while he was gone. He crawled on top of you, nuzzling closer to chase your delicious scent. A delighted purr escapes him when you tip your neck for him, your entire body reacting to his presence.

“Jeno.” You breathed out, sounding completely spent.

Jeno hummed quietly, lips trailing gently over your collarbone. Your skin is so hot that he can only imagine how hot and wet your pussy must be. His cock twitches at the thought of having that heat wrapped around him. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I've been waiting for you.” Came your breathless confession. The sweetness that is your scent starts to build and gets stronger. Jeno didn't think he could get harder than he already was, but to smell your scent growing sweeter for him is... fuck.

“You'll never wait again.” Jeno promises. “This cock is all yours, gorgeous.”

His words make you keen. “You're going to knot me?”

Your desperate question has him pressing a sweet kiss to your hair. Fuck. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. “Yes. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum and knot you until you're carrying my pups.”

You let out a deep, contented sigh, and Jeno wastes no time in prying your legs open. To see your swollen pussy dripping in slick was a mouthwatering sight. He experimentally pressed his thumb on your lips, licking his lips when you moaned softly. He knew omegas were extremely sensitive when in heat, and he couldn't wait to ruin you in the way he knew you wanted him to.

His fingers rubbed you slick cunt as your arousal dripped down to your ass. You arched your back when he slid two fingers inside you and twisted them to hit just the right spot. With a loud moan, you rocked your hips into his hand, desperate for release. It didn't take long for you to clench tightly around his fingers and gush all over them as your orgasm washed over you.

Jeno slipped his fingers out of you and pumped his cock with his sticky hand, spreading your slick over his throbbing length. Another wave of your scent hits him, and Jeno feels like his brain turned to static. Fuck. Your skin is glowing and your gaze is as heated as ever.

“My sweet little omega, you're already dripping for me. You're desperate for this cock, aren't you?”

“Yes!” You moaned loudly. “I need it! Please...”

Jeno slowly eased himself inside you, his main priority to make you feel better than you ever had in your life. It's so easy to get his cock inside you because of how wet you are. Your cunt clenches sporadically around his cock like it's close to being too much, but you open up obediently anyway. Jeno slowly starts to fuck you into the mattress, savoring the feeling of your heat wrapped around him.

Your pussy is slick but still tight, clutching at the thick width of Jeno's cock. One of his hands slides down to feel where you two connected, purring in delight when he sees how stretched your entrance has gotten around him. His knot is already starting to swell, and Jeno thinks deliriously about how much wider you're going to have to stretch to take all of him.

“Look how well you're taking me, babygirl.” Jeno growled as he started to pound into you. “So ready for my knot.”

“Want your knot, alpha!” You moaned as he fucked into you harder, entirely focused on the feel of his dick pumping into you. Another moan tore out of your throat as you started to rock your hips up to meet movements.

“Gonna give it to you.” Jeno said through a low groan. You're too pinned to move, and now you're just laying there, taking his cock. “You're mine now.”

“All yours.” You agreed mindlessly, knowing no one else could ever elicit such a response from you.

At your words, Jeno started to slam his cock into your leaking cunt repeatedly, reaching a spot that no other man had ever touched. Every thrust felt like absolute euphoria. You chanted Jeno's name like a mantra as he kept hammering into you.

Jeno was desperate to see you fall apart on his cock. He could see how close you were, your glossy eyes full of absolute heat. Just the mere sight of you so gone for him made his knot swell even more. He shoved his hips forward, grinding himself impossibly close to you.

“Open up for me, babygirl. Open up and take my knot.” Jeno moaned, fucking into you so hard that you started to the feel of his knot bruising into your sopping cunt.

Jeno doesn't stop, rolling his hips hard until he feels the swell pop inside and you let out a dazed noise. “Fuck! Alpha!”

His brain fixated on the overwhelming sensation of finally popping his knot inside of you. There was a mind blowing pleasure of fucking his knot into your overwhelming warmth and tightness. Your dizzying scent filled the room as you came with a loud shout. You clenched around him, the pressure that was building finally snapping. You rolled your hips with a pathetic whine, cumming on Jeno's knot just like you were supposed to.

Jeno drilled into you for a few more strokes and then his hips were stuttering as he finally reached his climax. He groaned loudly as he settled himself as deep inside as he can. Then his cock was spurting cum inside of you. Jeno grunted while he released, his seed filling you up until there was no more room for it.

Jeno purred gently as you clung on to him in dazed pleasure. He can hardly breathe with how good it feels, the long slow pulses of his orgasm still rolling through him with every jerk of his cock, his hot cum still filling you up. Jeno nuzzles closer to nose along your jaw, licking at the sweat there.

“Look at you, full of my knot and cum.”

You grind your into him, smirking when Jeno shivers at the way your pussy clenches around his knot. The way you tip your neck to silently ask for his bite makes Jeno grin. He presses a gentle kiss to his omega’s neck, conveying all the love he has for you.

And then he bites down.

Mine.

It's the end of the week when Haechan finally goes to visit you at his cousin's place. He regrets it as soon as he gets off the elevator and smells your scent mixed with his cousin’s.

A sympathetic frown graces his face when he sees Chenle coming out of Jeno's penthouse. He looked so haggard and traumatized that Haechan could only offered him a sympathetic pat on the back as he approached him.

“I'll mention to Y/N that you've been feeling exhausted lately.” It would just be one of the many things he was going to ask of you once you were done with your heat. “I guarantee you that Jeno will let you go on a paid vacation within a few days.”

cookies n' cream! ♡ jjh x reader (18+)

genre: jaehyun x reader, f x m, established relationship au, smut, sickening amounts of fluff, slight(?) crack, birthday sexxx

word count: 5.3k+

summary: in which your endearingly dumb & himbo boyfriend jaehyun has no idea how to ‘properly’ treat a burn

smut warnings: unprotected sex, disgustingly fluffy sex, oral (f receiving), spit spit spit, creampie, minor feet play, breeding kink, mc is finger lickin’ good

author’s note: purely self indulgent smut for the birthday & valentine boi 🥳 wahoo!

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“Two-thirds cup of flour…” You iterate off of the cookbook splayed out in front of you, craning your head as you try to multitask. Navigating through the mess of ingredients as you fill your measuring cup.

The sun had barely broken in when you decided to start your secret mission. Today is a special day, times two might you add— both your boyfriend’s birthday and Valentine’s day. (Which meant double the dick!)

Having to sneakily maneuver out of his bear-like grip while snuggled up in bed, you coo at the cute snores he emits once you escape. You now find yourself baking a small batch of cookies to wake him up with. Humming some off key tones while whisking away. Excited to see those moon-like eye smiles and those adorable dimples when he comes in.

Looking at the clock, you anticipate that you have about a little over an hour before he awakens from his deep slumber. Cute yet obnoxiously boisterous snores audible all the way from your side of the apartment. Seriously, the guy sleeps like a log.

After a bit of prepping and mixing, your dough is ready to be separated. Taking small scoops from your mixing bowl, you shape them into hearts, soon to be topped with red frosting and sprinkles. Placing the finished dough onto your parchment paper had you feeling very accomplished, considering that you only baked once in a blue moon.

The oven that’s been preheating dings to let you know it’s ready to go. Omitting the oven mitts as the cookie pan is still cold, you open up the gasket. You’re met with the searing heat when you squat down to insert the pan, taking it in easily with how cold the winter’s been.

Ever so carefully you squat down to slide in the tray, paying extra attention to the borders of the oven. Once the cookies are laid flat and leveled, you take your hands out to close the contraption. You’re about to stand up from your lowered position until—

“Babe?”

“Hu—” You whip your head around.

“What? Oh shit-!”

Caught off guard by Jaehyun’s baritone voice, you’re slipping backwards onto your butt. Before you fall back all the way you instinctively reach for the handle of the slightly ajar oven to regain balance. Unable to maintain your grip on the sleek handle, your hand mistakenly grabs the burning steel of the rim instead.

You’re wincing in pain before toppling over, fingertips stinging at the quickly forming burns. Flipping your hand over to see the damage, they’re not so severe that you needed medical attention but prominent enough to where it could scab. The bubbles form slowly and Jaehyun’s sliding over to your side, knees skidding against the ground while taking your injured hand in his.

The brunette is pulling you into his strong arms dramatically. Babbling muddled rubbish as if you’ve been shot in the stomach or something. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod baby, babeareyouokayIamsososorryIdidntmeanto-”

“Get the first aid kit, Jaehyun!” You snap at him, agony evident in your voice. Plump lips forming an ‘o!’, he’s standing you up with him. Picking you up and sitting you at the counter nearest to the sink, he zooms towards the bathroom. “Wait. Close the oven, too!”

“Oh, right,” He blanks while he paces backwards, kicking the door back carelessly with his foot. You scold him for his lackadaisical action, nagging him at the thought of him deliberately choosing to burn his foot on accident.

Minutes pass by while you run your hand under cold water. Your boyfriend is still missing, causing you to raise an annoyed eyebrow at his jarring absence. “Jae! The first aid kit!” You call out from the kitchen, definitely loud enough for him to hear.

No answer. “Jae…?” You turn off the faucet, hand aching now that it doesn’t have the assistance of water. Hopping off the counter you corner into the hall, wondering where he is.

The sound of rustling is apparent the closer you get to the bathroom. Peeking your head around the open door, you catch Jaehyun bent over at the cabinets.

The initial adrenaline rush has worn off, now coming into the realization that he’s shirtless, flawless skin shining under the yellow light. Strong back muscles are on show for you when he reaches to the back of the cabinet, looking around intently. With your regular hand, you graze your fingers comfortingly up his spine.

At your touch he looks behind him, met by you with a curious look on your face.

“Oh, babe. I can’t find it…” He purses his lips, saddened by the subtle wince in your face. Taking the slightly burnt hand in his before giving the tips a chaste kiss. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shake your head at him reassuringly. “It’s alright, Jae. It’s not your fault,” Wiggling your fingers playfully in front of him, showing the blush pink that forms at their starting point. “Plus it’s not that bad, just stings a little.”

The male sighs in relief, running a stressed hand through his hair before you two lean against each other on the closed cabinet. “I can pick some up?” He inquires, fluffy hair tickling against your neck.

Mouth already halfway open to accept his offer, it immediately snaps shut when you come to a horrible realization. It’s your fucking boyfriend’s birthday. “Oh fuck,” You scramble, jolting his head off your shoulder.

Worry rushes through his body when he darts his eyes on you, searching for any signs of pain. “Are you okay?!” He all but yelps, ready to rush you to the hospital at your beck and call.

“No!” You gawk. Like the drama queen he is, he's about to rush off and grab his phone to call 911. Luckily you catch his wrist just before he speeds off. “Happy birthday!” You squeal hyperactively before throwing yourself into his arms, knocking the two of you over onto the bathroom floor. Pecking his face with obnoxious smooches, relishing in his breathy chuckles.

Jaehyun thanks you kindly with a chaste kiss against your forehead, looking into your starry eyes with love. “Jeez,” He laughs airily, “I almost forgot.”

Taut forearms wrap around your waist, nuzzling your noses against one another. Sickeningly sweet, almost thick enough to drown in. “Happy Valentine’s day as well,” You giggle between innocent kisses.

“That’s today too, huh?” He quirks a knowing eyebrow at you. Wholesome gaze slowly narrowing into a playful one. A toothy grin appears on his features, “Lucky me.”

Your eyelids flutter at his flirtatious smirk. “You say that every year, silly,” You baby the man, grateful to be spending another year with him on his special day. Flitting his bangs away from his forehead you take a good look at the adonis beneath you.

Running your hand carelessly through the tresses you forget the state of your situation— on the bathroom floor with an ever swelling and injured hand. The same one you’re using to coddle your boyfriend with, actually.

Perhaps being so dick whipped over Jaehyun has turned your brain into such gooey mush that your pain sensors don’t register the stinging irritation until a few seconds after. Flinching your hand back when the scathing ache returns, “Ah, fuck,” You wince.

Jaehyun looks at you with concern, taking your wrist into his hand carefully before looking you deep in the eyes. His resemblance to a sweet puppy makes you forget that Jeong Jaehyun is, in fact, a sex-driven hornball above all else. (Asides maybe a loving boyfriend.)

Nothing could have prepared you for when he inserts the burnt fingers, specifically your index and middle, into his mouth. Encapsulated by the warmth moistness of his laving tongue, it swirls around the digits with expertise. “J-Jae! What the—” You’re thrown for a loop when he angles his head deeper, plump lips meeting the hilt of where your fingers meet your hand.

It’s almost depraved— obnoxious slurping noises emanating with every lick and suck. The pain of the burn is subsiding, easily being replaced by the ticklish and sticky sensation of his working appendage. Your gaze is now half-lidded, awestruck at his lewdness. “Jae, stop… This is embarrassing,” Your voice trails off, heat forming at your neck from the absurdity of the display.

He quickly pulls off, tongue languidly tasting every centimeter of the digits before popping off. So caught up in his ministrations the disgusting amount of saliva thickened enough to connect a thread of spit between your fingers and his lips. Fighting every urge to moan out, embarrassed that such a simple yet crude act has your core set ablaze.

Jaehyun slices the line of saliva with a pop of his lips, obnoxiously inhaling at the sight of your anguished face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He tilts his head cutely, standing the two of you up to cage you against the sink, an annoyingly dreamy smile flashing at you.

“Wh–, don’t ‘why are you looking at me like that,’ me!” You mock him before furrowing your eyebrows, having to adjust your posture so the corner of the sink doesn’t painfully stab against your back. “What the hell was that?”

The little whiskers that form at his cheeks whenever he grins too hard appears, and you’ve got half the mind to go on a solo self reflecting journey. Because it’s kind of ridiculous how this dude can be painstakingly sexy and then adorable the next.

“Do they still hurt?” Jaehyun quirks his head at your still slimy fingers, not having the heart to wipe off your boyfriend’s essence against your shorts.

You realize that he was onto something. The burnt middle and index fingers, while still a bit seared and red, were in fact void of any stinging or aching. You hum in curiosity, “Oh, no,” You raise your hand in front of your face. Turning it around from palm to back to affirm that yes, they feel okay. “What the hell? Do you have some magic toad spit that I’ve never known about?”

The male snorts at your silliness, shaking his head. Fluffy bowl flying to and fro with each bounce of his head. “I read that saliva has some healing properties for wounds,” He blanks, and you’re baffled. Giving him the most deadpan stare, you try to assess the man in front of you properly.

For such an airheaded himbo, he had the weirdest knowledge for the most niche things. The guy who doesn’t know how to tell if a loaf of bread is stale and will almost eat mold was also the same dude who had an oddly vast knowledge of navigating through forests via moss on trees, quite literally saving you guys one time during a camping trip.

You stare at him blankly while he goes on one of his very rare and random nerd rants. Something about how it accelerates ‘epidermal regeneration.’ Babbling on and on as you don’t have the heart to tell him it’s definitely something you’ll forget about within the next ten minutes.

Stopping him before he goes into his comparative thesis of saliva versus aloe, you shut him up by grabbing his cheeks. Lips blown out like a pufferfish as he tries to get the last of his tangent in.

You try to snap him out of it, “Jae, baby.”

“Yeth,” He says between puckered lips.

“It is your birthday.”

“Yeth.”

“And also Valentine’s day.”

He nods enthusiastically against your hold, “Yeth.” Tone raising a pitch with every answer.

“Don’t you think we could be doing something more important than worrying about the healing properties of saliva?” You quirk your head at him, lips forming into a sly smile as you circle your arms around his neck. You trace a teasing index finger down the valley between his pecs. Feeling up every taut dip along his well earned six pack. Bringing him as close as possible, as if you wanted your skin to actually mesh together.

Jaehyun’s eyes are widening at your touches before his jaw pops open, “Oh, oh!” Caught like a deer in the headlights. He remembers, making haste when he picks you up by your bottom. You squeal with laughter when he throws you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, practically clicking his heels together as he runs the two of you back to the bedroom.

Kicking the door that’s been left ajar wide open, he’s less than careful when he throws you onto the bed. Bouncing a few times when your body lands onto the mattress, you have little time to react when Jaehyun pounces on top of you. Immediately connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.

Running his hands up the sides of your neck until they meet the sides of your head in a grapple. Your noses rub against each other harshly when he deepens the kiss. Inhaling the refreshing scent of his aftershave, taking in his every breath gratefully.

Your own hands trail against his sides, circling against the muscles with utter joy. Wrapping your legs around his small waist to conjoin your bottom halves, arching yourself against his ever growing cock. Whispering sweet nothings of ‘I want you’ and ‘I love you’ into his ear.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking against the flesh with greed. When you whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure he releases you with a suckle. Upon separating, Jaehyun notices the indent that he’s left on your bottom lip, bringing a thumb to trace over the potential wound.

“Your lip baby…” He coos at you. And you lick over your bottom lip, feeling the deep markings of his teeth. “What are we going to do?” He hums, half tempted to bite hard enough to draw blood. Allured by the thought to be so rough with you that your body is covered in bite marks and the bed frame breaks.

Discerning his rhetorical question quickly, he licks slowly against your bottom lips. Making sure it’s nice and coated with his saliva, a petty call back to his tangent from a few minutes prior.

“Should hurt me more, Jae,” You goad the man above you, rubbing your pussy against his groin, hoping to spur him on. “Break me then fix me again.”

A rumble bursts through his chest, clenching his teeth in a growl when he pins you even further down the bed. “Yeah? You want that, baby?” He asks, deep voice laced with a snarl at every word.

Large hands are sliding up your waist before he slaps at your side, gripping the flesh in a rough manner. Nails digging in just enough to create creases into your skin, you bite your lip in anticipation. He grabs at your chin, forcing it open until your uvula is exposed to him. “Tongue out,” He commands, his actions already telling you exactly what he wants.

Rolling your appendage out on full display, he tuts with a smirk before bringing a hand to your throat. Stabling you when he chokes you against the pillows, fabric splaying out against the sides of your head. “Good girl…” Jaehyun murmurs, before shooting a fat wad of spit down your mouth.

Amazed at the sight, he scolds you when you try to jump the gun and gulp it down immediately. Grip on your neck tightening when he eyes you threateningly. Blocked windpipe causing you to feel light at the head. “Not yet, let me see it go down,” He demands.

Like a drop of rain against a window, he watches the spit slide down your throat until it’s out of sight. He groans in delight at your obedience, gulping the sultry drop down eagerly. Popping your lips back open to show him you’ve swallowed it whole, sticking your tongue out for extra show.

Jaehyun purrs, thumb grazing the side of your throat soothingly. “Now, what do we say?”

“Thank you… ahh,” You arch against him when he releases your throat in exchange for a hand that trails down your shorts. Jaehyun teases at your clit underneath the fabric, rubbing down between the valley of your folds. Smirking at the pool that’s already forming between your legs.

“This wet already? Just from a little kissing and petting?” The male teases you, causing you to hide your face in the crook of his shoulder. Embarrassed at how lewd his words are. “You’re so cute,” He gives you the closest to an innocent kiss before his lips are trailing down your body. “Let me make you feel good…”

“Wait!” You try to object by caging your thighs around his head when he reaches his destination. Already halfway through taking off your cotton shorts, shifting your dead weight against the bed to keep your bottom half clothed. His horny hazes put on a very temporary pause, eyes widening at your protests. “No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I… I should be making you feel good.”

“But I wanna eat you out,” He states. Strong arms separating the insides of your thighs with embarrassing ease, like you were made of feathers. “Are you going to deny me my birthday gift?”

The faux sadness has you backtracking in an instant. You shake your head immediately, upsetting the love of your life on purpose is something you would never do. “N-no…”

“Then let me eat you,” The brunette says brusquely, fingers digging back into your shorts before pulling them down in one fell swoop, panties coming along for the ride. “Oh my god,” He sighs at your glistening pussy, wetness shining against the natural daylight that permeates the bedroom.

He’s staring at your core like it’s one of the seven wonders of the world, and you’re reeling at the hooded lids that admire your folds. “Jaehyun, don’t just star— aah!”

Going to town on your pussy, he digs in immediately with a fat lick from the base to your clit. Jumping right back in when he licks eagerly at the center. Lips sucking in every glop of slick down his throat.

Having to spread your legs far apart to keep you from closing against him, the inner part of your thighs burn when he folds you into yourself. Making you ache when your knees reach almost past your head, the position allows him to dive deeper when his fat tongue slides into your pussy.

“Fuck, Jae!” You moan against his working tongue, grinding against his face, painting his face translucent with pussy juice from his chin to the tip of his nose. The stimulation felt like heaven when he brings a thumb to your clit. Circling the bud as he tongue fucks you sincerely.

“Taste so fucking good for me,” He breathes against your folds, taking a quick breath for air right before falling back in. Reaching as deep as he could, your velvety walls squeeze against the organ. Shimmying your ass against his grip facilitates his need to fuck you, grinding his clothed cock against the bed to ease some of the ache.

With the continuous dance of his tongue you begin to feel dizzy, stomach sucking in as your pussy pulsates around Jaehyun. “Jaehyun, I’m gonna cum!”

Your lover only groans in response, pushing your body even further up so now your legs wrap against his neck— body bent impossibly as you have to keep balance with your arms against the bed. Jaehyun is merciless when he motorboats his lips to and fro.

Screeching before you release against his unrelenting lips, cum leaks out of you as he eagerly chases to clean up every remnant. Thrashing against his strong hold when he laps at your clit for good measure, he laughs at your helplessness. “Pretty girl came so good for me, huh?” He teases before dropping you down, bottom half of your body pathetically plopping down onto the mattress.

Pushing yourself up with the remainder of your strength, you paw at your boyfriend. Wordlessly begging but whining for him submissively. He’s chuckling airily at your lack of words, always intrigued by how easily fucked out you get. “What? Want more already?” He asks before pushing his sweats down, cock springing to life proudly when he rids himself of his boxers.

Nodding feebly he answers your silent request by pulling you down by the ankles. “Take this off,” He bites as he whips your t-shirt off of your head. Breasts flying freely for him to admire, pinching at your nipple for good measure before aligning his member at your entrance.

Overtly cock drunk off of the handsome man that stands above you, your mind reels at the way his tip teases at your folds. Collecting the cum from your prior orgasm before using it as a lube against the shaft. Even worse, you moan when you see the trail of spit that leaves his lips before meeting the tip with accuracy.

Pumping himself a few times he quirks an eyebrow at you, cupping your pussy one more time like he’s rubbing salt into a wound. “Is this my birthday present, baby?” Possession apparent in his voice, seeking to claim every part of you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You babble, catering to his every whim in hopes of him throwing you around like an absolute rag doll. “It’s always for you, Jae. Please fuck me now,” You beg.

Clicking his teeth at your obscene display, the way you try to capture his held cock with your pussy, he shakes his head disbelievingly. The love of his life is absolutely perfect for him. Treats him so kindly, always reassures him, makes him feel like he’s on top of the world—

and always, always acts like a good little whore for him.

Descending into your weeping hole, Jaehyun bottoms out immediately. The two of you moan in unison, foreplay prepping your pussy for cock perfectly. Hole trained by his massive size for years now, you take him easily with an ooze of slick at the hilt.

“Shit,” He curses, thrusts starting off slow but with intent. Pulling out all the way languidly, tip barely connecting the two of you before he shoves himself back in mercilessly. Having to fight his way out as you clench so tightly, never wanting him to leave. “Pussy is so wet and tight.”

Your heated walls suck him back earnestly as he speeds up, pushing your thighs back again. Letting one of your legs prop against his shoulder. Position reminiscent of how he’d eaten you out minutes before.

“Jae!” You cry out, tip hitting the spongy wall in your core with absolute precision. Leaning into you further to hit the same spot in succession, your grated moans an absolute melody to his ears.

Name leaving your lips like a mantra, he loses himself in your body. Cock dragging against your walls deliciously before he takes your flinging leg into his large hand, grabbing at your calf to stabilize the flailing movements.

You arch your back when he brings your foot to his mouth, licking against the ring toe from the base to the tip. Taking the smaller digit into his mouth before suckling against it, swirling his tongue against the bud. The multiple stimuli cause your eyes to roll to the back of your head, whites of your eyes visible.

“J-jae.. No…” You pathetically protest, trying to fight the pleasure that such an absurd act could cause you. But Jaehyun’s too strong, keeping your foot rock in place before releasing it. Laving a lick from the base of your foot to the top again, obnoxious smooch against your sole to top it off. Ticklish impact causing a shudder throughout your entire body.

He chuckles. “You’re so nasty. You love this shit, don’t you?” He says while fucking into you, punctuating the last two words with particularly harsh thrusts.

Fucked out mouth open for so long, drool starts to trail down your lip. He lays his chest against yours before lapping it up. Licking your face up shamelessly, spreading the sticky mess out even further. Turning you into his painting.

The room is bursting with heat, bodies slapping against each other in harmony. He looks at you lovingly, jaw dropped at how good you feel. “Wanna know what I want most for my birthday?” He asks, voice strained as he tries to maintain his cool.

Unable to answer, you opt to bob your head. Scratching at his shoulder blades down the blades, nails digging into the flesh when you reach his forearms. Flashing a flushed smile at the way he scrunches his face in pleasure.

“Wish you’d let me give you a baby,” He snarls into your ear. Thrusts are ever endless as his hips slam into you, pubis slapping against your clit each time. “Let me fuck my cum into you. Fuck loads of cum into you ‘til you’re swollen with my babies.”

You scream at his words along with the plunge of his cock, mind frazzled at the visuals that Jaehyun plants into your head. “You want to have… a baby?” Brain processing the wish much too slow, but Jaehyun adores it, loving when you turn into a dumb slut for him.

“Uh huh,” He hums, kissing against the ankle that lays against his shoulder. “Wanna see your belly get big for me… How full your fucking tits would get with milk…” He fantasizes about all of the times he’s had you in the position of motherhood. Sucking the milk out of your breasts selfishly until there’s none left for the baby.

The thought only spurs him on, fucking you even harder until he’s brought back by the tightening of your core. Your second orgasm coming in close, pussy spasming as it yearns for release.

“Pleasee,” You whine, glistening eyes fluttering at him with wanton moans. Playing with your breasts, fondling them with your nipples pinched at the tip to further your stimulation. “I’ll do anything you want, Jae. I’ll give you a baby. Breed me.” Begging unyielding, never stopping until Jaehyun turns you into the cumslut he wants you to be.

“Yeah? Take this fucking load then,” He grabs at the flesh at your hips, thumbs circling into the bottom corners of your tummy. Lost in the way the outline of his cock is traceable through your belly, daydreaming of the day that same tummy would be full of his children.

It would be much longer until you guys got there. But fuck, a man should be able to dream if he wants to.

With a rough pinch of your clit, you scream to high heaven when his tip hits your cervix. Cumming all over when the wetness gushes over Jaehyun’s abdomen, causing an anguished groan to overtake his body. Shuddering at the way your pussy takes a death grip on his shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He roars before spilling into you, seed painting your walls white to the very brim. Pushing himself to the limits by fucking you even more, until he can’t handle it himself either. Until he’s sure his cum would reach the deepest parts of you. Until he’s satisfied with the possibility of it breaking past the statistic of your birth control.

Pain starts to swell in his balls at the overstimulation, you as well as you thrash to get away from his grasp. When he’s finally spent he falls flat on top of you, limp and overused cock softening in your hole. Cum spilling out of you as the two of you breathe heavily in unison.

He can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, how he let himself get so into the thought of impregnating you. But your reaction reassures him that his hope isn’t misplaced. Running a hand through his hair in relief, he looks over at you lovingly. “So, spit huh?”

“Oh, fuck. Don’t even start,” You groan out, hugging him close before kissing his temple delicately. Room reeking of sex, absolute stench of unadulterated love and devotion swirling through the room. The two of you look into each other’s eyes before letting your noses meet in a sweet nuzzle, “Happy birthday, my Valentine.”

“And Happy Valentine’s day, my love,” He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, chuckling against the plushness while he runs a hand down your back. “I love you so much.”

“Mm, love you even more.” You try to argue, but you’re quick to stop when he pinches your ass. Swatting his hand away you laugh boisterously when he rolls the two of you onto your sides. When the noise subsides, you pause to look at him. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean all that? Y’know, the baby stuff?” You ask carefully, feeling as if you’re walking on eggshells. Though the actual context may have been beyond dirty, you’re afraid to tell him that you’ve thought about it seriously. To live your life by his side indefinitely along with the family you’ve created.

Without a hint of hesitation, he nods confidently. “I did,” He answers. “I want to start a family with you. Obviously not now, but someday. I hope it’s me that you choose.”

You crease your eyebrows at him, heart beating at an unbearable pace. “Of course, Jae. It’s always going to be you,” You pull him in, hugging him so tight. Never ever thinking of letting go, making sure that the two of you belong to each other forever.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Relishing in the silence and each other’s company. The sun rises even higher, trickling into your room as sweet whispers and promises are exchanged. Loving kisses on every present body part. A Valentine’s Day true to its core.

Until, “Hey, Jae?” You rub at his shoulder.

“Mm,” He burls, eyelids shut to regain energy after your intense fuck.

“What’s that smell?” You ask, sniffing the air as an unpleasant sensation meets your nose.

“I mean, there’s still cum on the sheets, babe. It’s gonna be kinda smelly.” He doesn’t budge, arm limp as it’s slung around your waist.

“No, no, not the cum,” You shut him down lazily, half asleep yourself. Inhaling even deeper to try and recognize the scent. “It’s like, it smells— oh FUCK!” You screech, springing out of bed in your birthday suit minus the flip flops you steal from Jaehyun’s side of the bed.

“What?!” He yells with you, running after you in his own birthday (no pun intended) suit, flaccid cock bouncing with him as he follows you into the kitchen.

You’re a screeching mess when you fling the oven gasket open, forgotten cookies charred beyond any kind of saving. “I forgot them!” You cry, whining helplessly as you toss the abominations into the trash.

Jaehyun cackles at the sight of you naked with oven mitts, empty tray held limply as you cry out in anguish. “They were supposed to be your surprise cookies,” You complain, beating yourself up for being so careless. Damn Jeong Jaehyun and his fat fucking cock.

He urges you to place the hot cookie tray on top of the stove, hugging you from behind and reassuring you that it’s okay. “It’s okay, baby. We can just make another batch,” He coos at you. Awkward fabric of the mitts wrapping around his waist as you hug him back.

Needless to say, the two of you complete a successful batch of cookies in no less than an hour. After a much deserved bath and putting on some very cozy clothes— the two of you now sit together at your dining table. Decorating the heart shaped sugar cookies with pink and red frosting, some adorning silly faces or intricate designs.

You look at the love of your life with adoration, how cute he is when he’s focused. Frosting bag assisting him in drawing a pretty flower, presenting it to you proudly. “Not bad, huh?” He gloats.

Shaking your head at him you giggle when he has no qualms in eating his creation right away. The two of you exchange another kiss, frosting leaving a saccharine taste against your lips.

The domesticity of it all has you hopeful for the future. Unable to imagine a life without him, not that you would ever want one. Another year with your favorite person on your favorite day, you can’t help but love endlessly. You smile from ear to ear, unable to control yourself when you smear pink frosting all over his nose.

“Babe!” He whines.

Yep.

Your Valentine Boy.

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author's note: thank u for reading again, happy valentine/jaehyun day<3

(he should really get mc aloe and bandaids tbh)

unedited as of 221302

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

pairing: Jung Jaehyun x fem!reader

special guests: Johnny, Mark, Doyoung, Taeil, Yuta, Jungwoo

summary: Your relationship with Jaehyun starts with hate and ends with love. A rollercoaster of emotions and suffering. You hated each other the second you met and with time, hate became love. Everything was perfect until your relationship ended after you told him you were pregnant. Living under the same roof was a big challenge, especially when your mother came to visit and you had to fake your relationship with Jaehyun and you had to go through so much more until you were finally happy again.

genre: enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers!au (lmao), roommates!au, fakedating!au, pregnancy!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: talks of abortion, unplanned pregnancy, puking, gender reveal party (lol), jaehyun is an asshole but he kind of has a reason, smut, swearing, alcohol consumption, abusive past, childhood trauma, rollercoaster of emotions, protected and unprotected sex, choking, (pls tell me if I forgot anything)

wc: 25k (wtf)

NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS, I AM ABSOLUTELY THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING, this is my 1k follower special and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish. Thank you.This is inspired by the movie ‘Salaam Namaste’. I planned this story since last september and I’m finally done. Jaehyun says some mean and hurtful things, but don’t hate him too much. If you DON’T like gender reveal parties, PLEASE skip that part or don’t read this fic. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. I am not a gynecologist and I was never pregnant. I used google for help lmao I hope I described y/n’s pregnancy correctly. song rec: everything happens for a reason by Madison Beer

taglist: @chitaphrrrr​, @bitchenderyy​, @aesthetichrj​, @skrtbabe​

this is fiction!

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“We’re moving back to Busan.”

Your eyes widened. “What? I’m sorry what did you just say?”

“You heard us. Your mother and I want to move back to Busan. We have enough of Seoul and besides that, your grandparents are much older now, they need us there.” Your dad said casually.

“What? Mom?! I don’t wanna move back! I love Seoul, my friends are here, my Job is here-“

“You’re a waitress.” Your mother reminded you.

“And? I love working there. I love my job and my friends. We can’t move back! We can visit them, they’re not that old.”

“It’s been almost five years since you saw your grandparents.” Your dad shook his head, “They need our help-“

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Sleep Therapy (M)

Pairing. demon Jaemin x femaler reader

Genre. That Boy Is A Monster AU, life after Be There For You, explicit smut, M/F, dark fic

Warnings. heavy dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m serious. thanks.), somnophilia, breeding, rough and unprotected sex, impreg kink, demon lore, camera use, praise/degradation, obsessive behavior

WC. 6.6(6)k

Now Playing. Slept So Long/Jay Gordon

‘Just wanted to watch you sleep. Wanted to be part of your dreams.’

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

Herbal teas, over the counter Melatonin, even prescribed sleep medication that could knock out a small child for days scattered your living room table; piled up only to mock you.

Useless, all of it completely useless as you enter another night of restless sleep.

Debilitated by lack of rest has forced you to take a sabbatical from work, per the suggestion of your regular physician. One week at the hospital under careful watch had you in tears every morning, pleading for something to help you. Anything.

It was more than the bags formed under your eyes. Hallucinations had become a reoccurring issue the longer you walked around like a living dead girl, unclear visions of men transforming into monsters; nightmares turned into reality.

“A sleep clinic might be our last hope,” your physician shrugs, having only reached this point with you after insisting you must be exaggerating. “I’ve contacted Dr. Na at the Vision Clinic, he’s the best Somnologist in the district. You should be in great hands.”

Great hands.

Great hands that led up to built up arms confined in a lab coat. Broad shoulders and a warm handsome smile that seems too blinding to even stare at for much long.

Dr. Na floats around his desk to greet you, light as a feather with the most calm of demeanors.

He smells lovely, soothing in a way similar to a hot stove warming up holiday cookies. Nothing too strong, but just enough to pick up a whiff of as he embraces your hand in greeting.

“My new patient.” He speaks with sparkling pearly white teeth on display. Every inch of him is a reminder of how wealthy Doctors are, from the silver Rolex watch adorning his wrist down to his freshly shined designer shoes.

He manages to maintain warmth in his gaze despite the obvious differences between the two of you.

Greasy hair, flesh empty of life and sweats you’ve turned into daily wear paired with fluffy Ugg slippers stand before him on your meek frame. Shyly nodding when he double checks how to pronounce your name and directs you to sit.

Dr. Na seemed too young to be a seasoned professional in this field. He couldn’t be much older than his mid-twenties. Albeit difficult to truly take him in full admiration as he sits against the ledge of the large crimson wooden oak desk placed in the center of his office. He takes time to run through your chart again, repeating the things you’ve heard for months now. No prior health issues or concerning conditions, a proper diet and lifestyle, nothing that could conclude how you’d end up here.

“How’s your caffeine intake?” Dr. Na asks with a charming lift at the corners of his mouth.

“Haven’t had any in two months now.”

“There are many causes behind insomnia.” Dr. Na nods, scribbling notes down while explaining. “I’ll schedule an MRI scan for later today to conduce if this could be connected to a chemical imbalance.”

“Chemical imbalance?”

“Emotional stress, perhaps trauma, lifestyle changes.” He smiles, akin to the way a Kindergarten teacher may when speaking to a naive child. “We will figure it out.”

Scribbling a few more notes, Dr. Na rips out a section of paper instructing you to head down to the cafeteria designated for patients to eat a proper meal. “I’ll be sending out the order for new medication to try. When it arrives at your room please make sure to follow the nurses directions and take them all. I will come by to check on you as soon as I have an open window of time.”

Dr. Na shifts to stand, the full size of him shadowed above your frail exhausted frame. “We’ll see how your nightmares play out this evening, once I can look through your MRI scan results we can move on to other options, such as hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis?” Even your speech comes out in a lazy drawl. Tongue heavy and dry, dizzy on your feet when you get up to head down. Already aware that you wouldn’t be eating much, even lifting a fork to your lips drained you.

“Of course, it’s one of my specialties.” He chuckles. “Might sound silly but I have a real knack for mind control, you’d be surprised how easy it is to dominate the human mind. It’s easier than training an animal.”

If it wasn’t for the speckled white dots infiltrating your vision, you might’ve noticed the slight change in Dr. Na’s expression. The flicker of black consuming his iris, the drag of his tongue across his upper row of teeth, and the amused hum passing through his throat as he takes in your appearance up close.

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

It’s been longer than that, months of watching you come in and out of your apartment. Endless days of parking far enough across from you to fly under your radar.

There was no rush, until there was.

Suddenly you had a companion walking you to your car after work, you had a reason to shop for pretty dresses, you sprayed more perfume on and smiled to yourself when opening up notifications on your phone.

Suddenly you felt further away, distracted by him. The stupid new much too friendly Economics professor who had found a way to stayed plastered to your side.

It’s too late anyway.

The sound of Jaemin’s knuckles cracked, echoing loud enough to lift your head with a glance around the coffee shop you frequented. He stayed leaned back in a corner less lit up, less noticeable, especially to someone as oblivious as you.

Someone so carefree and innocent, someone who didn’t even bother to make sure to grab the right drink from the counter when the barista called out your name. It was too easy to blindside you, drop a concoction of sleep medication in your cup as he picked up a quad shot Americano sitting near your milky vanilla latte.

Sip after sip had you yawning despite the powerful caffeine. Time and time again your usual morning pick-me-up failed you, to the point that you argued with the baristas about changing ingredients and formula.

It was too late.

Half asleep and drowsy, your key prodded at your front door in frustration, collapsing against it with your eyes shut and a crushed sigh.

The trap had been laid out, more out of enjoying the breakdown of watching you suffer and lose interests in everything the more you stayed awake night after night.

It made him laugh, entertained pulling on invisible puppet strings where he watched from down the hall as you crumbled to your knees, whining desperately for the key to unlock your apartment.

Weak, a perfect victim.

Jaemin had spent time finding you, it hadn’t been easy. Escaping hell never is afterall, bargains had to be made.

A vessel for his spawn, a strong healthy human vessel that could survive demonic childbirth. That was Johnny’s demands.

‘More than 1, I expect you to bring back many.’

You’d only be the first of the batch, the first to carry his lineage, the first to take his seed and hand over every bit of strength your little body had left in it after he finished.

and you’re perfect, immaculate in every way to carry his first child. The epitome of woman from the inside out. The sole purpose of your existence to be bred full, nothing but a hole to fuck.

Jaemin can’t deny the sick pleasure he gets just from watching you nearly pass out at your front door. A bump on your head the next day would be the only hint of what possibly took place. The bulky arms cradling your limp figure to bed would feel like a faded memory, the sound of your door being kicked shut, nothing more than a foreign thought, a distorted picture of a man hovering above you stripping off your clothing to settle you into your bed more of a nightmare than a dream.

Demons don’t have hearts, they don’t feel, they don’t care.

But you’d always be the first.

You’d always be special in comparison to the rest. The first kill of the hunt, the first prey to fall victim, the conquest alone would be more monumental than any of the rest. You’d be his favorite memory, the one he chose first.

Hunger and ache to destroy mattered more, and as his thick fingers dragged down your stomach, following the path of breaths lifting your ribs higher and lower, he salivates. He swallows at a dry itch at the bottom of his throat, fingers crushing your waist to dip in harder.

“Sleep tight princess.” He always spoke to you, a mere muffled sound in your mind.

Muffled sounds, staggered breaths, heavy weight suppressing your lungs and throat. Pain and fear, a dark sensation followed whenever the recollection of thoughts swarmed around.

It could be after a shower, brushing through your hair, applying lotion, dressing for work. The shadowed memory of something you can’t prove ever happened lingers.

Not even the pain in your lower back, the soreness between your thighs or marks blooming across your skin make any sense. Every idea or thought only seemed less plausible. No sign of break in, no clue to indicate intrusion to your home.

The thought of a demon stalking you day and night would never cross your mind.

Demons aren’t real.

Religion had never been an interest for you, your family hadn’t pushed any beliefs to follow. Most of what you’d learn about religious mythology stemmed from horror films, and demons just seemed like such an outlandish idea. A joke.

Why would you ever assume the doctor assigned to solve your problems could be the root of them.

Jaemin watches you sleep for the hundredth time, removing the crisp white lab coat to hang on a hook. He sits near the special bed for out-patients, away from the noise of machines and heart monitors. It’s quiet, peaceful and calm even as you sweat, breathe heavily and twist to hide your face.

Ruined. Mind deteriorated by dark evil, by happenings you have no control over.

It’s not the first time he’s visited your slumbering figure, your bare skin more ingrained in his mind than your clothed one.

The doors locked, nurses working the night shift too busy with sick patients to check on someone knocked out with sleep disorder.

Upon Dr. Na’s instructions no one should come by. As he undoes the buttons of his smooth ironed shirt he grins to himself. A camera’s set up in the room to capture your sleep schedule, how often you wake, if you sleep at all.

The dosage of medication you consumed tonight would be enough to tranquilize even a large dog. There’s no way you’d wake up tonight.

He didn’t want you to remember tonight, as much as the thought of your eyes fluttering open letting out a shrill scream when you see the visual above you made his cock twitch. A tingle burned from the bottom of his spine to his throat. It’d be fun to have you half-lucid, shouting and begging for him to stop.

But it’s more appealing to watch your arm flop limp at your side. Entertained by the way you seem uncomfortable even as you sleep.

Special.

Jaemin thinks about it, pushing the hospital gown up past your waist. He sucks at saliva filling his cheeks taking in the cute pair of light rosey toned panties hiding your center. You’re not even wet, yet, not that he cares. His cock only hardens thinking about it, smoothing down the expanse of your inner thighs. You’ll struggle more to take his size, cry and curl in to get away. Grip at the sheets by your head for some semblance, for anything to ground you and focus your pain elsewhere.

It’s not the first time he’s slowly tugged off your underwear. It’s not the first time he’s stretched your thighs open as far as they’re willing to go. The small scrunch in your nose informing him the pull hurts your hips, it aches up to your groin.

This is good, Jaemin thinks, this is good because he wants you to remember this. He wants you to know you’ve been claimed, fucked by something devilish and unholy. Touched and destroyed by sin in its human form. He wants you to see how well you take it, how your pilant body still manages to jerk and roll up seeking more of his length to dig deeper inside of you.

Tossing your underwear aside, he pauses to blink at the red light flashing on the camera. Recording everything he’s about to do.

He’s waited, waited so long that his cock twitches fiercely against his thigh at the visual of your exposed cunt.

Jaemin wants to take his time, savor the natural scent flowing from your middle. Drag his fingers aimlessly between your folds until you slicken up obscenely, bite every inch of skin, slap and knead handfuls of meaty flesh in a rough manner. Turn you on your stomach to force your ass up in his face, push your pussy folds open just to watch your hole plead. Empty. Begging for a fucking demon to fuck you even if it hurts, even if you don’t actually want it.

He wants to take his time, but he can’t. It’s been months of pulling out, jerking off on your pretty face, cooing and mewling above your cum splattered stomach. Smearing the warm arousal up your chest dreaming of the day he pours load after load inside of you.

and it’s time, it’s time to ruin you for good. Force your unconscious body to take and take.

One hand delicately tugs and strokes himself, hissing as he jerks away from his thumb rubbing across the head. Precum gathered there smearing around the tip, coating it in a thin layer of sticky gloss. His other hand works away the gown hiding your full breasts, ripping off the flimsy garment easily. Easy access to strip a patient, easier access to have you bare and ready for him.

His breath staggers, gliding the pads of his fingers down your chest. Your sternum rising and falling as a human should, because you’re full of life, full of emotions and feelings he could never understand anymore.

The connection to his human self evaded his memory years ago. Void of the life he once had, lifeless, mindless and consumed by nothing but the desire to create pain. To watch a stupid human like you in agony.

A stupid, stupid, pretty little human. Nothing more than a warm blood filled fleshlight to fuck.

Jaemin lets out a chuckle, dropping his neck back to stroke himself above your stomach. Slapping down the middle of your abdomen a few times just to watch your skin tremble beneath, just to picture how far deep inside of you he can reach. With your hips pushed up and expanded, he knows you’ll birth a child for him easily. A new spawn to create a powerful army in hell. The first of his bloodline to lead and carry on the fight for evil.

He knows you’ll make it through, because he won’t give you a choice.

Rubbing the head of his cock up from where your stomach dips to your navel, he almost wishes you’d wake up. Your weak arms would push up, slap his chest, punch his arms, burst into tears with protests.

That will come, in time.

In the meantime, he prods your belly button, smirking at the thought of fucking you there too. Fucking every hole on you just for fun, because who fucking cares what the king of hell demanded. Jaemin’s going to fuck you until only his needs are met and fulfilled.

The thought races through him spine to balls, hunching forward as he shifts on his knees. The bed dipping and creaking under his weight, switching to rub the tip on your clit.

Still dry.

Dry but warm. Warm enough to be incinerated by the jagged rub of his size passing between your folds. It’s dry, but it’s fucking good, just to feel your fleshy folds struggle along his veiny stiff rod. Just to feel your skin pucker against the sticky pre-cum coating areas of his shaft.

He grunts, rubbing his cock against the plush feel of your parted pussy folds, sneaking quick glimpses of your hole— so tight and closed up. Too tight to take his size without it hurting, without ruining your pussy to only take his cock.

He’s way too big, and he knows it. He knows it from the amount of times he's played with you, just swiping against your cunt. Teasing himself to the point of mind-numbing overstimulation by putting in just the tip. Whimpering even in your sleep from the push ripping you open.

Sucking at the drool lining his bottom lip, he staggers for a minute, pushing side to side against your pussy. Lazily drawing his eyelids up to take in your angelic face once more, so much purity and tenderness. All of it soon to be his.

The slumber you’ve drifted off into isn’t peaceful in the least. It’s hot, weighing down on your chest, an itch passing through your nerves. Running through endless hallways filled with doors leading to nothing, nothing but black emptiness.

It’s been Jaemin all along, smoothing your hair away from your face. Snaking his lips over your body layering patterns of kisses. Jerking off for hours on your face, chest, stomach, anywhere he felt like.

He thinks about it again, nudging in not even half of the tip against your resistant entrance. A rubber band-like snap pinches around the width of his size. The skin sucking around him already appears damaged, further arousing him to inflict pain upon you, to make it hurt. Make it hurt knowing you have no choice but to take it and enjoy it against your will.

Groping your jaw with one thick hand, he turns your restless passed out face to watch him; easy to picture your eyes shooting up full of red vessels and tears. It burns from his chest to his lower back, swiveling his hips to push in the rest of the tip of his length. The bulbous mushroom shaped cap suffocates inside of you. Dry and tight as fuck, he thinks fervently, hissing between his teeth shining under the dim light as his lips part in moan.

It’s more than good just to feel you choke around the tip, your mouth falling open with a staggered breath allowing him to pinch and roll your plump bottom lip between his fingers.

Jaemin pauses, once more absorbing just how lifeless and limp you lay spread open. Part of him craves for you to wake, to stare up in shock paralyzed by fear, to be able to relive the torture he’s prepared to demonstrate. To enjoy it, because you’re actually nothing but a filthy slut; his own little human fuck doll.

It’s time. It’s finally time.

Saliva drenched digits drag down your chin, the center of your throat, dipping between your exposed breasts. Hardened pebbled nipples peak upward, more stiff from the chilled air circulating the room than excitement. You’re too unaware to feel aroused or anxious, too lucid, lost in the nightmare grappling you through hell.

Even if you were to wake up, Jaemin would only fuck you harder, tackle you down to take, take, take.

A shot of exhilaration curls through his gut, tugging his spine toward his navel as he hunches closer with one hand planted by your head to stay propped up. Jaemin’s gaze locks on your core, a pussy made just for him, because it doesn’t matter who fucked you before. He’d be the last.

The slow drag out of you draws an anguished sounds from the back of his throat. He needs to see you one more time, one more time before he claims and makes you useless for anyone else.

With a fist wrapped around his length, his other hand palms your cunt, shoving your swelling slit open to see the full visual of your hole. So empty, tiny, like a fucking virgin.

It really makes his head spin for a minute, rubbing the pad of his finger in a circular motion over your entrance. The airy gurgle that escapes your lungs shoots his eyes wide, focused on your face burying into a pillow. He tugs on himself a few more times, mindlessly rolling two digits over the precum that won’t stop leaking. He needs to fuck you, now.

Stifling a grunt, Jaemin shifts an inch closer, wrapping a thick bicep under your thigh to spread you open more. The head of his cock swipes between your core, slapping down heavy. Heavy and loud despite the lack of wet to clash against. Wedged up as close as possible between your thighs, and Jaemin has to grit his teeth to contain a growl. Pushing his hips forward to rub the underside of his cock against your clit, he wants to let out a throaty cry; a muted sound of pain when he feels it.

You’re clenching around nothing, seeking something.. someone to fuck you. Unaware of what your body is even asking him to do. Each drag spurs your hole to clamp down more, the first push of wetness spewing out smears against his balls. His throat tightens up swiping between you again, the tip teasing and brushing against your entrance without entering.

Jaemin’s nostrils suck in, inhaling a deep breath as he watches his cock bounce off your fleshy folds in slow-like-motion. Nasty, so nasty and raw, wet for anyone like the textbook definition of a fucking whore.

The next stroke along his cock glides easily, wet from your dripping pussy, wet because your body wants him whether you’re awake or not. He doesn’t care, but he knows it, he knows from the way you stare. The dreams you have of him not even under his influence.

Pressing at your hole again has him drooling, laving at the innerwalls of his mouth to collect the saliva that won’t stop from pouring.

“Fuck.” Jaemin finally grunts, biting down on his teeth as he sinks inside of you. It’s wet and tighter than he could have ever imagined. The hand wrapped around himself hardly comparable after many nights spent jerking off on your backside.

A smooth thrust fills you up eagerly, a perfect fit making it too hard to hold back from cramming into you balls deep.

Jaemin stills for a minute, long eyelashes fan on the tops of his cheeks. Swallowing harsh enough for his Adam's apple to visibly bob up and down the length of his dipped back neck. “So fucking good, just like I knew you would be.”

Palms scramble along the sides of your thighs, grinding forward to watch your mouth fall open again. A silent cry he wants to hear echo through the room simply not enough. Reaching for your waist, Jaemin pins your upper half to the bed, wiggling his hips to keep your thighs around his sides.

“Wet like a whore.” Jaemin snickers, clicking his tongue along the backs of his teeth. The painful circle of his hips fills the room with gasped whines, grinning to himself because you’re enjoying it. You like getting fucked, even in your sleep. He could care less with the sole mission to breed you full of cum consuming his head. He thrusts finally, the head of his size catching on your hole earning a louder moan.

The warmth gripping his dick feels mind-numbing, the most he’s felt in months since hunting you down, and his pace alters immediately as the feeling finally gets to him. You’re his for the taking, his and only his.

“Mine.” Jaemin mutters to himself, ruthlessly thrusting back into you in a jerky motion. It’d be painful if you were awake, his pace alternating from meticulously deep rolls of his hips to sloppy, aggressive and messy. The sound of wetness more overbearing than the clap of your skin colliding.

He’s frantic, knowing he can fuck you like his as long as he pleases, and you can’t do anything about it.

Jaemin’s thick arms bracket your head, nose hovered above your lips. Moan after moan sounding more excruciating than the last. Fucking into your tight cunt like a man who just discovered the glory of a fleshlight, reckless abandonment. The ache against your groin and thighs one guaranteed to last for weeks to come.

“So fucking good for me angel.” Jaemin praises, head thrown back when you clench around him. It makes him laugh like a maniac, amused by the idea of you listening, hearing everything he says. Dropping his face to your throat, he licks up your jaw to your earlobe, nibbling before he whispers. “Pretty baby loves getting fucked like a slut.”

A sigh sings from your lips, the prettiest sigh he’s ever heard. A sigh that runs in circles throughout his mind, turning to drop his cheek against yours with wide eyes focused on shut ones. The heavy weight of your eyelids taunting him, pushing him to fuck harder for just a glimpse of your hidden iris.

He could cum off that alone, and it punches through him with the next thrust, burying his thick fat length as deep inside of you as he can. Surely deep enough to rip through your insides, the weight of his heavy cock poking between your pressed together stomachs with each pointed thrust.

Jaemin’s obsessed with the grip your pussy gives, needing to feel you lock you and struggle to take him through your unwanted pleasure once more. Snaking his hand between your connected lower halves, he roughly rubs at your engorged clit, fat between his fingers from neglect. The need to cum more prevalent for the both of you than he cares about, but it feels too good to force his size past your shrunken entrance.

“You’re so fucking good for me. You don’t even know.” Jaemin babbles to himself, nose digging into your cheekbone to quiet the groan ripping through his chest. The sound of your wetness fills the room up in the most obscene way, splashing against his thighs and stomach with each impactful land of his hips.

“Ah—fuck!” A string of curses soars free, jostling you up the hospital bed that struggles to stay in place as he fucks you at a near inhumane pace. The whites of your eyes gleam with his next thrust, rolled back from the powerful hit that arches your back involuntarily.

“Fuck you all night, gonna fuck you everyday.”

Jaemin cries out, ripping a chunk of your hair with a balled up fist to unveil the column of your throat, biting down as the coiling heat in his gut becomes too overwhelming.

And he cums, screaming with his teeth dug into your skin. Bits of flesh scraped off by his sharp canine teeth, but still not enough to wake you, even as you let out a weak moan intensely squirting release around his size.

It’s almost too hard to stay put inside of you, having to realign his weight to keep his cock in despite the wet arousal bursting trying to shove him out.

It’s more desperate than he wanted, to fuck you like he owns you, because he does now. You’re his from inside out now. You’ll always be his.

Jaemin’s flopping down to his stomach, pushing your pussy folds open to ensure every drop of cum disappears. He has to fight back the urge to lean in, slurp of the slick wet coating your labia to watch your hole convulse, twitch and swallow down the white mess of cum passing through.

“We always have tomorrow to keep trying.” He grins wolfishly, throwing your gown back on without a care. “and the day after that.”

The camera shuts off, near the end of it’s battery life, and he thinks the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Scooting back toward your heaving figure, he leisurely trails up one of your thighs, playfully pushing them apart to memorize how damaged he’s left you. A fat wad of cum bubbles deep in your stretched out hole, gaped around nothing, sore and painful looking.

When morning comes you’ll wonder again why your body hurts so much. You’ll cry miserably, losing your patience, ready to end your battle, ready to give up. That’s what Jaemin wants anyway.

“Goodnight angel.”

It’s been over a week now of staying at the clinic, and you feel worse than when you arrived.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good nights sleep?”

The questions rhetorical, not that you’d be able to decipher the true meaning behind your doctors words.

Between nightmares altering reality and mixing up different prescribed medications, you no longer had a grasp on time. Nothing felt real anymore, even the metal table before you reflecting your exhausted lifeless appearance felt like some horrific illusion.

“I can’t remember.”

Dr. Na leans closer to you with his elbows propped on the table to perch his chin in his hands. A soft yet devious smile painted on his lips as he watches you lose your fight.

“I’ll show you what you have forgotten.”

Dr. Na could say anything to you at this point really. Beyond the horrific visions taking over your brain, your body felt like it was breaking down on you. Every muscle sore, even your bones ached, new marks of bruising appeared everyday.

“I believe, I’ve figured out what’s keeping you awake.” The doctor says, turning to a rolly table at his side. Click clacks of typing sounds throughout the empty room, clearing his throat as he turns a black screen to face you.

“You have?”

Dr. Na stands, he smooths back a bang piece of hair that's fallen loose. The lab coat fitting his frame perfectly begins to slip from his wide shoulders and he removes it without breaking eye contact.

“You see, you’re a special case to me.” He continues, rounding the table to stand behind where you sit with his heavy palms weighing down on your slumped shoulders. “I’ve invested so much time and energy into you.”

Dr. Na’s lips pout behind you, gathering your hair off to one side to tickle down the side of your marked up throat. Marks left behind from his ruthless grip choking away your breath while he fucked you harder and deeper without anything or anyone to restrain him.

“In return, I need you to listen.”

“Doctor?” He could be speaking a foreign language as far as you’re concerned. Tilting your chin to the side to look up at him, your forehead wrinkles confused, met with the always handsome comforting face. Big doe eyes that round in a precious way that makes you feel as if everything will be ok.

“Shh shh” pinching your chin, Dr. Na turns you to face the screen, leaning the weight of his chest against the back of your head as he reaches over. Fingers click down, a video of your sleeping figure taking over the laptop screen.

“Did I do something in my sleep?” You wonder, watching as you struggle to stay still. Your feet kick the more you turn side to side, it’s uncomfortable to see yourself in distress.

“Not quite, angel.” Dr. Na huffs, continuing to push his chest closer to you. He has you hunched in closer, face lit up by the screen. Surprised as the doctor appears, and bright red eyes flash in the direction of the camera. A glitch because of the dim-lighting, you decide. “But I did.”

It’s shocking, disgusting, and humiliating to see what happens next. The choked gasp that pours from your mouth trapped by a large hand slapping down on your lips.

“You see, I chose you sweetie.” Dr. Na’s tone falls an octave, the sugary sweetness behind his words disappearing. “This whole time, I molded you, prepared you for this.”

He nods, pushing his other hand down to grip and hold your stomach. “To carry my future child, to birth my spawn.”

Screams go muffled beneath the palm splayed over your mouth, shoved up with an arm belted around your waist to bend over on the table. Dr. Na rips at the hospital gown covering your backside, arching your neck with his powerful hold on your face to force you to continue watching him take advantage and use your body.

“I said shush!” He sounds more demonic now, displaying an inhuman strength as he shreds off your underwear. The chill air floating through the room smacks your core quickly sending your knees to clink together. Fearful as you watch the man on screen rip you open from the inside. “Almost liked you better asleep.”

He has the audacity to laugh when tears trickle down his fingers, kicking your thighs open with a knee as he plants against your bent body. The cool table melting against your heated flesh with his hips smacking into your bottom. Three fingers shove into your mouth as you attempt to scream for help, someone, anyone to hear you and stop what happens next.

“You see,” fingers drag up the backs of your thighs, gripping roughly where they land on your ass to spread you apart. Sucking in air between his teeth at the sight of your ruined hole, swollen and painfully stretched from the amount of times he’s fucked you through the night now. “You’re perfectly healthy, couldn’t be better. A little stupid, but you’re human afterall.”

He doesn’t explain more than that, thrusting his fingers deeper into your mouth to quiet the coughs and cries spilling out of you. The sound of a zipper opening has you weakly attempting to thrash back, fight him off.

He’s too big, he’s too strong, too powerful to kick away.

The first touch of his bare skin shoots your eyes open, crying out as his girth lands against your core.

He’s too big. He’s too fucking big, and he’ll break you.

Pleads fall empty trying to pray for mercy, his cock only leaking out more spurts of precum as a murmured ‘please God’ sounds.

“God can’t help you now, sweet little angel.” He sneers, rubbing the length of his size between your folds just as he begins to on the screen. The hold on your jaw forces you to watch each action, to watch the way he manipulates your body to do as he pleases.

“Don’t want it princess?” He grunts shakily, growling in his chest because you’re already wet. So fucking nasty, hot and wet between your thighs, canting back to meet his cock ramming against your meaty folds. “But look at how much you loved it.”

He shakes your head in a mocking manner, much like a child being punished for uttering a bad word. The screen too blurry behind your tears, but the image is clear enough to see your doctor take advantage of you in your most innocent helpless state.

“Please, please doctor…please.”

The sound of his tongue clicking in dismay echoes like a jeer, circling your entrance with the tip the more you plead. “Jaemin. Enough of this bullshit doctor act.”

Nothing he says to you makes sense anymore, incapacitated by his weight crushing your feeble body to the table. Deeming your pussy wet enough, he scoots forward to sandwich past your clamped thighs, kicking a foot roughly between your knees for more leverage. He wants it to hurt, wants you to scream to make up for all the times he’s let you enjoy it, wants to see you cry and beg for him to stop.

One swoop forward gives him exactly what he desires, shallowly fucking his full heavy girth in even with how tight you still manage to be. The video on screen displays a similar act, different in position, lacking the blood curdling screams and cries you let out as he mocks and laughs.

“So pretty baby, you’re so pretty for me.” Jaemin licks at his upper lip, jostling against you a few times as he turns you by your chin to look at him, cracking your neck with the strain. “Can I fuck you? Huh?”

He laughs again, an arrogant disgusting laugh, emphasizing the question with another piston of his hips. “Can I? My sweet angel can take it. You already have.”

It’s too easy, you’re nothing but a mindless hole succumbed to his strength. The man behind you more demonic than anything, the gentle features of your concerned doctor turned dark, menacing, purely evil.

His hips hammer wildly, keeping your face turned to the side to watch the way he ravages your body. To watch him destroy and rip away your soul.

Every choked miserable cry you let out only heightens his pleasure, snapping his hips brutally against your backside. The pain hits from both ends with each dig of your thighs and pelvic bone cutting against the table.

“You were tighter the other night.” He spits, wadding up saliva to aim at the middle of your fast. The nasty thick wetness trickling from the bridge of your nose to the puddle of snot and drool accumulated on your lips. “Already fucking loose, you know what that means?”

Fingers squeeze past his relentless hips, shoving between your buttcheeks to scratch at your rim earning a shriek and scurry of your feet to get away. The sadistic laugh that booms out behind you sending shrill fear up your spine, tightening up around the length punching in and out of you with intention to hurt.

“Ah, fuck, yeah. Like that.” Jaemin pushes back, choking your neck from behind to hold you down. Palm smacking down angrily on your rim. “but not today.”

He reaches around, finding your clit between his middle and index finger to pinch and roll until you lift onto your tippy toes with a gurgled scream. “Can’t fuck a baby into you back there.”

“Doctor, please! Stop!” Between heavy breaths and sniffles, Jaemin keeps laughing, biting on his lips from the conflict in your tone. Your pussy locked around his length begging for more the louder you cry and protests.

“Don’t have to beg.” He taunts, licking up your back to bite down on your jaw, his fingers continuing to pleasure your bundle of nerves incessantly. “Gonna fuck you full of cum regardless. You’re so wet for me princess.”

It’s sick, sensing the last semblance of energy leaving your fingertips, the hold you had on the table goes numb, shaking against your will as orgasm rips through you making Jaemin growl and fuck harder past the convulsing around his size. He crushes against you completely, knocking your lungs free of all air, desperately twitching as he paints your insides once again.

He’s quick to recover, faster than you can process, pulling out to throw you down onto your knees and stroke the last spurts of cum onto your lips before you can try to crawl away.

“You’re mine now.” Dr. Na’s chest beats up and down drenched in sweat. You shouldn’t like it, but as you wait for the bile to rise up your esophagus you can’t look away. The pads of his fingers clean your chin, pushing release past your swollen abused lips. Nodding with his chin that you swallow it all.

“What did I just say?” He tuts, pushing two digits down on the middle of your tongue until you cough and choke. Jerking out with a river of drool streaming out onto the floor, onto his designer loafers.

“I’m yours.” You repeat, sniffling with a cough as the tangy taste of cum lodges in your throat. It’s everywhere, rubbed raw onto your skin, stuck between your teeth. The statement is nothing but true as he watches you swallow.

“Exactly.” Dr. Na scoops you up, perched on the edge of the table to slap your thighs open. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget that.”

cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.

So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.

When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.

However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.

On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.

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