Dance With A Ghost (18+)

dance with a ghost (18+)

dark content; please read the warnings

nct dream’s 00’line x y/n smut

word count: 4.3k

warnings: drunk!y/n, dom!jeno and sub!y/n, dubcon in the beginning with jeno (because y/n is drunk), noncon for all the other members, “ghost sex”, nonconsensual filming, manipulation, degradation (mention of the word “slut” among other things), masturbation, facial, mentions jaemin’s feet, unprotected sex, creampies, some anal play, crying, one quick mention of the word “vomit”. jeno is sweet until he’s not. jaemin, renjun and haechan are weird. y/n is socially anxious and easily confused. y/n has a vulva. she/her pronouns, “girlfriend” and “baby” are used.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. this party is fine and you’re okay and you’re glad your nerves didn’t get the best of you.

you were very anxious about meeting your boyfriend’s friends, especially in such an un-chill setting like this celebration, but jeno convinced you that it would be just fine, that he would take care of you if you were made uncomfortable by anyone or the unlikely occurrence you had too much to drink.

now you’re glad you trusted jeno’s judgement as you’re more involved in this house party than you had expected.

you were drinking with mark first. when he tapped out you went drinking with johnny. out of all of jeno’s friends he’s the most intimidating one, with his charming smile and dry humor, he makes you feel small. as jeno’s girlfriend you want to be able to hang, so you accept every cup he pushes towards you with a challenging raise of his eyebrow and now, more than a couple of shots later you feel positively buzzed - both from the liquor and the exhilaration anxiety evaporating to make room for the hopef thought of maybe being liked.

when johnny leaves to set up a game of beer pong, you feel a bit lonely left at your own devices - maybe it’s from the drinks, but you feel needy too.

you try to find your boyfriend as quickly as possible, to get his attention and maybe have him make out with you, just a little, just to scratch that itch.

you finally spot him in the kitchen, where a girl that seems slightly familiar is flirting with him - or at least that’s what you think from the way she’s talking with heavy lidded eyes. jeno is just smiling sweetly, almost seeming shy with how nice he tends to be, not giving in to her advances but letting her talk nontheless. you butt in, a little insecure about coming off as annoying to your boyfriend, but jeno nonchalantly grabs your ass and pulls you against his front while the girl keeps talking to him.

“miss me?” jeno mumbles against your neck softly, moving your hair to plant a wet kiss behind your ear. you nod rapidly, side-eyeing the girl. jeno pushes you closer into his crotch.

“do you need some alone time, baby?”

you nod again, letting him turn your head with his palm on your jaw to kiss you deeply, not hesitating to push his warm tongue into your waiting mouth.

the girl huffs and walks away, you hear some of the guys in the kitchen - more of the other members maybe - holler when jeno covering your ass with both of his palms and squeezing makes you jump up into his arms. you feel him half hard rubbing up against your stomach when he carries you away from the pumping bass and into a room upstairs where dumps you on the bed, you crumpling up in a slightly dizzy heap and pliantly letting him manhandle you with strong, intentional hands.

jeno wastes no time and wrestles you out your clothes until he’s aggressively tugging your panties down your legs. you giggle at his neediness. you like when this rougher side of jeno comes through, when he shows you that he wants you.

only the change in altitude from jeno’s arms to the soft mattress has made you realize how tipsy you actually are, but you enjoy it, leaning in to the fuzzy feeling and letting jeno take the reigns.

lazing on your back completely naked as you watch jeno pull his shirt over his head to reveal planes of his hard body, illuminated only by the ray of light pouring in from the slightly opened. he messes with his belt, then fixes you with stern eyes.

“turn around,” jeno says, voice low and thick with arousal.

you let out a noncommital groan. laying on your back and having jeno gently rock into you with his forehead pressed to yours until you fall asleep sounds nice right now. your head is slightly spinning and you’re not sure what any additional movement will do to your condition.

“quick,” jeno hisses. you like when he gets strict with you, but you feel a bit too sluggish to immediately react the way he wants you to.

jeno grabs you ankle and yanks you down to the edge of the bed, manhandling you onto your hands and knees.

you limply slouch forwards, resting your forehead on your folded hands and closing your eyes, listening to jeno shuffling and rustling as he’s fighting with his jeans.

the music is so loud still, it’s hard to miss with the door being slightly open, bass pulsing in time with the blood rushing to your ears. you wonder how likely it is that someone walking by in search of a bathroom might see you getting fucked by jeno, thinking about whether you’d die of shame or cum on the spot - but all thoughts go out the window when jeno lets a glob of spit fall onto your cunt, making you shiver in surprise.

“you came to me all needy and now you’re not even ready for my fat cock yet?” he huffs, disappointed at the lack of your usual dripping wetness. it’s definitely due to the lack of foreplay, but you still feel embarrassed by his words. you want jeno, you do, but it’s hard to not get lost in thought when you’re tipsy.

“sorry,” you mumble, voice shaking, spreading your legs wider for him like an apology.

jeno spits again, then moves in with two of his fingers, making you hiss when he spreads the cooling wetness around your entrance then pushing his digits inside of your hole with practiced ease. he’s hasty, eager to fuck you and you like the attention despite the slight burn. you’re getting wetter too, especially when jeno’s thumb starts rubbing your clit in time with the steady pumps inside of you.

jeno curls a third finger into your cunt and you moan fully at the welcomed stretch, moving back into the sensation, pleasure clouding your thoughts and leaving you impatient to be fucked and filled by your boyfriend.

“ready?” jeno grunts. you playfully sway your ass from side to side for him in response and that’s all he needs.

you feel the bed dip behind you as a heavy foot is placed next to your knee for leverage, then you feel the blunt tip of jeno’s heavy erection quickly breaching your wet cunt.

it stings but you’re okay with that. you always struggle taking jeno’s big cock at first - especially during quickies - but you know pleasure is just around the corner, even though jeno seems less focused on you than usual this time around.

jeno usually likes gripping your hips when he penetrates you, he’s strong enough to keep you in place, but gentle enough to rub soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs - but now his fingers are resting way higher, just below your ribcage, digging into you uncomfortably as you’re held still with too much force.

“a-ah,” you huff when a harsh thrust jostled you uncomfortably, deep strokes more overwhelming than pleasurable you and leaving you pondering whether you should tell jeno to relax on you a bit.

fucking drunk always feels different though, you rationalize, sensations hightened and muted at the same time. but you just feel off this time around, the cock inside of you pushing forward with not a lot of finesse, bumping into your walls at a strange angle, then pulling back out almost entirely just to hastily ram forward again. he’s missing all of your favorite spots in favor of battering himself into the depths of your cunt, too far too quickly.

every thrust leaves you with a dull ache that makes whimper pathetically and the next time your feel the tip pushed deep inside of your walls you clench down around the intrusion involuntarily.

you hear a groan behind you, forced out from your cunt tensing up around his cock - but it sounds different from the ones you’re used to from your boyfriend, more nasal, more on edge. you freeze, tensing up even more when the feeling of wrongness suddenly gets almost unbearable, running down your spine like a shiver, while the the thrusts into you don’t cease, sharp hip bones steadily connecting with your backside with every determined push.

“jeno?” you whine, eyes still pressed shut and sweat prickling uncomfortably on your forehead.

“yes, baby,” jeno answers cheerfully.

you hesitate, disoriented. his voice sounds like it’s coming from your left side rather than from behind you like it should.

you slowly blink your eyes open to find that jeno’s sitting at the edge of the bed to your left side, still shirtless but with his jeans and boxers pulled up enough to cover his half hard cock.

he’s just watching you.

but you’re still getting railed.

you choke out a confused sound and jeno’s smile only gets brighter as he wiggles his fingers at you in a silly wave.

“j-jeno, what is this?” you splutter. the thrusts get stronger, more violent, firm hands pushing your face into the bed then pulling your body back to meet bruising hips.

“we’ve talked about inviting jaemin before, remember?” jeno says, sounding so calm and collected despite whatever it is that’s going on.

you do remember, vaguely. it was one time, just a fleeting memory, where jeno had pushed you deeper and deeper into a fuzzy headspace with his harsh words and teasing touches. “maybe i should let jaemin have his way with you, hm? i know he’d get real creative.” he had said it more like a threat, a cruel fantasy of a hypothetical punishment to rile both of you up in the moment to be forgotten - at least that’s how it was for you. it all ended with you crying, telling jeno you were a good girl and only his and jeno rewarding you with his warm load deep inside of your cunt.

how that could have lead to this, you’re not quite sure. there must have been a misunderstanding along the way that you haven’t quite figured out yet.

you make a displeased sound when the thrusts persevere and you can barely sort your thoughts.

“don’t you wanna be good for him too?” jeno asks. you shake your head no, trying to twist away with more vigor. you don’t appreciate jaemin’s iron grip around your middle or his fat cock inside your aching cunt. and you definitely don’t appreciate not being asked before being shared.

the thrusts stop when you struggle a bit more, but the cock - jaemin’s cock - stays buried deep inside of you.

“awww, you don’t wanna play with nana?” jaemin whines, mock offense in his voice.

you shake your head again. jaemin just laughs. jeno laughs too. you don’t say anything, waiting for them to knock it off, your tired body resting limply on the bed beneath jaemin’s hunched form. waiting until they stop laughing.

there’s a pause.

then there’s a shift behind you. you feel jaemin’s cock pull back a bit, but to your surprise he immediately pushes forward, burying himself to the hilt, with a groan.

“you don’t wanna play with nana?” jaemin repeats, voice even higher and whinier this time. “no,” you whisper, “no, i don’t.”

jaemin’s hips move back again, agonizingly slow, making you feel every inch of his cock that’s withdrawing from your pussy. “that’s too bad,” jaemin sighs. “because i want to play with you. and you’re going to let me.”

he pushes his cock forward again, grinding himself deeply into your cunt with yet another moan.

you stare at jeno, wide-eyed, waiting for him to say something. he just looks at you with his head tilted, still smiling softly. you don’t say anything, you’re not sure what you could say.

slowly jaemin continues to fuck you, but he’s quickly gaining speed. you’re squirming beneath him, unsure what to make of your emotions. objectively it feels good, but it feels wrong too. too much too quickly, with jaemin of all people.

it’s made worse by the fact that he is so strange about it. it’s not enough that his desperate groans and moans leave you with an uncomfortable mixture of arousal and repulsion, no jaemin has to make it worse by whooping exclamations like cynical “wahoo!”s whenever he changes his pace.

“do you have to be like that?” jeno asks with a snort after another ridiculous sound effect.

“what, i can’t be excited about you finally slutting your girlfriend out?” jaemin replies, sleazy satisfaction dripping from his voice.

jaemin shoves you forward on the bed, plants both of his feet on the mattress to hump into you from above, letting out more exaggerated moans that do nothing but make you feel disgusting about being used, sweat prickling at your back and tears gathering at your lash line.

you look over at jeno but he’s still just watching with his happy smile frozen in his face, eyes zeroing in on the spot where jaemin is forcing his cock in and out if your hole at a punishing speed.

jaemin crowds down onto you more, pressing one foot onto your face in a humiliating motion to fuck you deeper, painfully knocking into your cunt at this new, unforgiving angle. you decide you have had enough of his humiliation now, gathering your strength try to tense and writhe again, wanting to throw jaemin off you for good.

but jaemin only stills when he finishes inside of you, his cock twitching deep within your walls as he unloads rivulets of his cum with a groan. you haven’t even wrapped your head around it yet, when he hastily pulls back, eager fingers spreading you apart to watch his release drip out, sucking in air througuh his teeth.

“look at that,” he hums lowly. “i stuffed you to the brim. small pussy can’t even keep it all inside.”

you swat at jaemin hands weakly, ready to just go to sleep and file away this whole experience as a “drunken mistake”, maybe even ask jeno to never bring this night up to you and try to never think of it again.

you hear chatter in the hallway, passing by the door, then suddenly drawing even closer when haechan and renjun walk into the room. you freeze, mortified at them seeing you like this.

“we’re doing this now? why didn’t you guys call us?” haechan whines, only serving to confuse you even more.

there must have been a big misunderstanding here, there’s not other way. jeno - despite his tendencies to get rough in the bedroom - has been nothing but sweet and gentle with you in the relationship so far. he wouldn’t let his friends do this if he didn’t think you’d be okay with it. you don’t want to disappoint him.

“dude, you guys were gone doing whatever the fuck,” jaemin laughs.

“trying to get renjun laid,” haechan snorts. “it obviously didn’t work out though.”

you hear the muffled sound of renjun swatting at haechan’s arm.

“let him go next then,” jaemin says, the teasing lilt in his voice reappearing. “he must be desperate.”

renjun huffs, clearly annoyed, but waits for jaemin to manhandle you onti you back before he swiftly settles between your legs.

your hands rest against his clothed chest, weakly holding him at arm’s length. your head is spinning again, partly from the alcohol, partly from how quick everything seems to be happening tonight.

“honestly, i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long,” renjun mumbles, voice jarringly soft and gentle while he wrestles his half-hard cock out of his jeans, pulling them just to his thighs to rub against your sticky cunt with his growing erection.

with a surprising force renjun hooks his arms under your knees, pushing you into the mattress flat on your back with you legs up in the air, hips tilted for deep penetration.

“you’re so pretty,” renjun hums, almost a distasteful comment for this depraved situation. his eyes look soft, but you feel his hard cock prodding at your entrance now, hot and unforgiving.

you catch the way haechan’s phone flashes in the corner of your eye as he films the moment renjun’s ramming cock into your pussy raw for the first time.

renjun gasps when your warm walls engulf him, hips stuttering forward as he shakily sheathes himself all the way inside until you feel his balls resting against your ass. he’s more desperate than you had expected him to be, eager to feel you in a way that almost makes you thankful for jeno and jaemin stretching you out beforehand.

renjun digs his fingers into your thighs and shakily tries to get inside of you even deeper still, grinding his hips in quick, aborted circles and moaning your name - a pretty melodic sound, that’s almost too intimate for this entire situation.

“injunnie,” haechan sing-songs. “don’t be such a pussy. fuck her properly.” he gestures to his phone, the light still tauntingly bright, like it’s obvious that renjun is expected to put on a performance.

renjun grits his teeth and puts his frustration over haechan’s teasing into his thrusts, building up an almodt angry pace that has lewd sound of his cock gliding in and out of your wetness echoing around the room.

you’re aware of the camera too, trying to hide your face, when your face contorts with embarrassment and pleasure as the tip of renjun’s cock reaches that gummy soot deep within your walls that makes you gasp.

you hate the humiliation of being filmed throughout all of this but something about it only heightens the sensitivity of your cunt, rippling around renjun’s cock and dripping your arousal as well as jaemin’s cum down his balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

“you should make her cum at least,” jeno huffs, making you wonder whether he’s getting frustrated with just watching you get used by his friends without having his turn.

you lose your train of thought when haechan reaches his free hand between your and renjun’s bodies and applies pressure to your neglected clit with his clever fingers. you almost scream at the sudden stimulation. you hate how good it feels, but you don’t want haechan to stop.

it doesn’t take long until you cum hard, whimpering and writhing as renjun keeps fucking you through your high, moaning each time to seize up around him from the waves of your orgasm.

renjun doesn’t seem to far behind, the look i his eyes bordering on delirious when he wraps one hand around your throat and applies a bit of pressure, making you lose your breath as he pummels his hips against yours with exhilarating. he gets even louder when he cums, warm and deep inside of you while he presses his lips to your cheek and groans out disgustingly sweet praises.

it only takes a few seconds until renjun’s done draining his balls inside of you, shivering through through the aftershocks on top of your naked form. you wait until his body leaves yours to roll over to lay on your side, trying to catch your breath.

your peace is son interrupted whenthe bed dips as haechan climbs up beside you, discarding his phone in favor of being the last one of the four to put his hands on you.

whike you’re still laying on your side, haechan reaches down between your legs from behind you, spreads the lips of your cunt just to watch renjun’s cum trickle out.

“jeno, your girlfriend is a slut,” haechan announces. jeno just laughs. you’re not sure, but you think the sound almost sounds hollow now, maybe angry even - you’re not sure if jeno could be angry at you, but you’d do anything to keep him in a good mood now.

when you turn your head over your shoulder a bit you see jeno holding haechan’s phone with a solemn expression, zooming into your ruined cunt when haechan’s still dipping his fingers in and out of the sticky mess.

then your sight of your boyfriend gets obscured haechan shuffles his body closer to you.

haechan hugs you tightly from behind, too tight, it feels like his embrace could crush your ribcage.

he buries his face into your sweaty neck and inhales deeply.

“jeno’s so lucky to have a partner like you,” haechan empathically mumbles against your skin, making your flesh erupt in goosebumps where his warm breath fans over your sensitive neck uncomfortably. “i’m jealous. really, i’m so jealous. all the girls i’ve dated turned out to be stuck-up prudes.”

you kind of wish you were a stuck-up prude, someone so adamant about not having sex that you never would have enticed jeno to sneak off into this room with you. now that the sparks of your orgasm have worn off completely your cunt aches from the abuse, a dull throb between your legs that makes you squirm when haechan’s nimble fingers meanly tap your clit again.

“aww, is it too much for you?” haechan teases. “don’t worry, i’m not going to hurt you.”

there’s some uncomfortable shuffling as haechan wrestles his tight pants down to his ankles, then his presence returns closer tagn before, his naked legs pressing up against the backs of yours as he forces his big cock between your thighs, just brushing the entrance of your leaking cunt but not pushing inside of your abused hole. he humps you just like thar, still holding you impossibly close, letting his hands wander to grope your tits and meanly pinch your nipples until you gasp for him.

“jeno hasn’t taught you any manners,” haechan laments, words losing all of their bite from the way he’s panting with the pleasure from rubbing himself off between your plush thighs. “you should be saying: ‘thank you for not hurting me’ when someone’s being this nice.”

“thank you,” you whisper, hoping to bring him along with your submission, to help him get off and end this strange game.

haechan moans, loud and obnoxious, clearly satisfied with your response. “good. now tell me where you want my cum.”

“not inside,” you cry. “anywhere, but not inside.”

haechan’s hips finally stutter, cockhead rubbing over your raw, sensitive clit one more time, then he pulls back finishes all over your pussy lips, fingers reaching down to hold your pussy open and let your hole get showered in streaks of his tacky release.

when haechan releases you from his clutches you immediately feel a new pair if hands on you.

it’s jeno - finally, jeno again - who sits you up, cradles you in his arms and kisses you softly, tounge gently exploring your mouth while you preen under his tender affection.

your hesitant to let yourself relax though: beneath his jeans your boyfriend’s rock hard, pushing up against your stomach firm and unyielding. you love jeno’s size, but you wince at the thought of taking him into your abused cunt now.

when he pulls away from your mouth, one of jeno’s hand cups your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip while his other hand slowly moves down your stomach, closer to your heat.

“d’you want to suck me off, baby? hm? i’m so hard because of you.”

you sluggishly shake your head no. you want to be good for jeno but… “if you fuck my throat now, i might vomit,” you whine, nauseous with just the thought of gagging on his massive length. “seriously.”

jeno frowns at your responds, fingers firmly gliding through your sticky folds and making you squirm.

“but your pussy’s already ruined, hm? let me fuck you here then…” his fingers travel further until they brush against your asshole, slowly circling your rim. you’re almost too tired to protest. all of this was for him anyways, this night must have been his fantasy, you assume. you want jeno to feel good. you want to be good for jeno.

he slowly pushes the tip of his middle finger past your unstretched rim. the slide is made easy by the smear of cum that’s splashed from your cunt to your thighs and ass, but the digit burns going in, more than you’re willing to take.

“stop,” you whine, hating how much your voice shakes. “i can’t do it, jeno. please.”

jeno nods solemly, pulling his finger out just as slowly while watching your face twist up in relief.

without a word he suddenly curls his other hand into your hair, guidijg you downwards until you kneel on the floor infront of him, trapped between his thighs and the edge of the bed digging into your back as you watch him pushing his pants to his thighs and pulling his straining cock from its confines.

he’s hard and heavy, bobbing in front of your blurry eyes in a angry shade red, almost curling up against jeno’s stomach with his arousal. you’ve never seen your boyfriend this hard before, but now he’s turned on beyond belief by watching you being used by his friends.

jeno grips your hair at the back of your head and starts jerking off over you, gripping his erection too tight, maybe in a poor imitation of how the unstretched rim of your ass might feel to him, maybe just proof of his desperation to get off without any meaning.

jeno is groaning, muscles in his arm and neck straining as he works himself over your tilted face, precum beading at the tip of his length and dripping towards you.

you stick out your tongue for him, whining from the sting in your scalp that gets worse as jeno gets closer and closer to his release. his hips rut forward, forcing the tip of his wide cock through the tight ring of his fingers with each thrust.

“don’t move”, jeno grunts.

not even ten seconds later he’s cumming in your hair and on your face with a groan, long tacky spurts of seed that force you to flutter your eyes shut while you sit still and take it.

“and cut,” haechan yells. the harsh light from the camera finally cutting off while jaemin and renjun cheer and clap.

when jeno lets go of your hair you crumple up at his feet, entirely spent and aching all over.

“get a towel,” you hear jeno say.

your eyes remain closed. you don’t care who he’s talking to, you just know this signals the end of all of this.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. it is fine. you’re fine. it’s over now and jeno will take care of you. he always does.

no guidance (M)

pairing: Jaehyun (NCT) + you (reader)

genre: knocked up; heavy at times but mostly humor; smut

word count: 19.8k (i am actually happy with this length)

summary: You insist on keeping things casual with Jaehyun, even though he wants something more serious, but then you miss a period and in an instant, your lives are turned completely upside down.

warnings: some cursing; lots of dialogue involving unplanned pregnancy; descriptions of childbirth; explicit sexual content

a/n: listening to no guidance (remix) by ayzha nyree; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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NCT MASTERLIST:

VIDEOS:

OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR NEO CULTURE

Trailer for Junior Forces

AU’S:

공유 크라운

OFFICIAL TRAILER Taeyong trailer for AU FINAL TRAILER

1st chapter: 내 실수

    text intermission 2nd chapter: 我想重做生活 

3rd chapter: 그들이 오고있다

    text intermission 4th chapter: 공기가 없다

5th chapter: 우리의 피곤한 발

6th chapter:  나는 작별 인사를하러왔다

7th chapter: 그림자

8th chapter: 지옥의 문

9th chapter: 무서운 평온

10th chapter: 떨어지는 시체

11th chapter: 고통스러운 기억

12th chapter: 焦虑

13th chapter: 12 층

14th chapter: 노랑색

15th chapter: x메신저를 쏘지 마십시오x

REACTIONS:

NCT 2018 As Mafia Positions

NCT 2018 Reaction When Someone Disrespects Their S/O   [U + 127]

NCT Dream Reaction to Someone Disrespecting Their S/O

NCT 2018 Reaction to Their S/O Wanting to Join Their Line of Work

NCT 2018 Reaction To The New Female Member Being a Sassy Assassin

NCT 2018 Reaction To You Wanting A Puppy

All Legal Members Reaction to Their Weddings with S/O

Older Members Reaction to Daughter Defending Herself

NCT 127 (+Lucas) Reaction: S/O Gaining Feelings After an Arranged Marriage

Glory of Neo Culture    Shattered Glory

NCT Dream Reaction First Kiss

NCT Mafia Dad Reaction to Their Daughter Getting in a Fight

NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos          NCT Dream Reactio to You Coloring Their Tattoos

INDIVIDUALS:

NCT U:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy) first times with doyoung

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

NCT 127:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy)

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

triggered (n.yt + badass reader)

NCT DREAM:

thantophobia (n.jm)

saturday nights (h.rj)

changes (p.js) just saying (p.js) pt.1

chest fire (l.dh)

WAYV:

flames (l.yngyng)

TIMESTAMPS:

Taeil:

“she’s so much better than that.”

“just come back safe to my arms, okay?”

Johnny:

“cause i don’t dance.”

“to wherever you want to go– i’ll follow.”

Taeyong:

“the whole city is falling apart.”

Yuta:

“we all got hurt when we started.”

Doyoung: 

“hold it a little tighter…i’m here.” 

“i’ve been holding that damn pillow tight for far too long.”

Jaehyun:

“…frozen in time forever.”

Sicheng (Winwin):

“my beautiful…messy baby.”

Jungwoo:

“don’t.”

“oh my god!” “i’m right here!”

Mark:

“…don’t get involved.”

“we would have been lost without you there.”

“be afraid of the rain.”

“pathetic.”

“hello gorgeous.”

Renjun:

“you’re too good to me.”

“I’ll force myself into being your bodyguard.” - bestfriend!au

Jeno:

“i know it hurts like hell.”

“all of them safe.”

“destroy him!” mafia!dad!jeno

Donghyuck (Haechan):

“i’m right here.”

“donghyuck’s whore…”

“give me a reason,”

Jaemin:

“hi princess.”

“hi princess.” (aftermath)

“people like us don’t do dates.”

“when the world was ending”

“sorry i didn’t kiss you.”

“she’s teething.” mafia!dad!jaemin

Yangyang:

“we can take the first bite together.”

Sungchan:

“baby, it’s me.”

Chenle:

“reality sucks…doesn’t it?”

Jisung:

“euphoria.”

“5 minutes. that’s all I want.”

“i don’t want you!”

Music Countdown

I. Romeo and Juliet - Zhong Chenle

II. I Don’t Fuck Wit’ You - Huang Renjun

III. Why - Mark Lee

IV. Sorry, My Dear - Jung Jaehyun

V. No Fun - Park Jisung

VI. Damn - Lee Jeno

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)

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attention | shotaro

shotaro had countless of girls running after him, but his eyes were always on you

genre: smut

content: fem!reader, college au, innocent!reader, dom!shotaro, slight corruption kink, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex

word count: 2.5k

author lin

You could never understand why Shotaro was interested in you. There were plenty of other girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the most popular guys on the campus, several girls thirsting in his comments whenever he uploaded on Instagram or posted another dance video. You, on the other hand, were nobody. You went to your classes, got decent grades and stayed out of anyone's way. You barely dated anyone, you never went to any big college parties and you were lucky enough to have, like, two close friends.

And yet, despite being practically a ghost, Shotaro always took notice of you. He always smiled at you when he passed you in the corridor. He always greeted you and asked you how you were doing whenever he got the chance. He was always a little flirty, but you didn't think much about that. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but your friends always seemed to think he wanted more with you. And you being the anxious, inexperienced hermit that you were, you chose to push aside that possibility.

"He's looking at you again." Sungchan hummed, his eyes glancing over your shoulder as he sipped his milkshake.

"What else is new?" Xiaojun chuckled, "So when are you just gonna give him some of that cooch-"

"Oh my God, shut up!" You whined, your face heating up.

"Sorry baby." Xiaojun giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

Shotaro was attractive, and even that word wasn't nearly enough to describe him. There was a clear reason why so many people were obsessed with him. So to have him give you any kind of attention boggled your mind. Then it didn't help that Xiaojun had been feeding you ideas that Shotaro desperately wanted to get in your pants. You couldn't come to terms with that and Xiaojun thought that was the funniest thing ever.

"He's coming over here." Sungchan announced nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened as you quickly looked over your shoulder and lo and behold, Shotaro was making his way over to your table with that charming grin on his face.

"Hey everyone." Shotaro's cute voice filled your ears as he stood near you, resting his hands on the edge of the table. His brown locks were curly and messily hanging over his face. His cologne immediately engulfed your senses, you thought you were getting lightheaded.

"Hey Taro," Xiaojun grinned mischievously, "what brings you here?"

"I was hoping I could talk to Y/n for a bit." Shotaro's gaze landed on you, that smirk on his face making you shift in your seat.

"Me?" 

"You seem shocked?" Shotaro giggled adorably.

"She's just playing dumb," Xiaojun said, nudging you, "you know you always make her shy."

"Oh, do I?"

"Dejun…" You muttered threateningly, shooting a glare at Xiaojun.

"She thinks you're hot." Sungchan piped in bluntly and you had to stop yourself from launching yourself across the table to hit him.

An unfathomable amount of heat rushed to your face as you heard the amused laughter leave Shotaro's lips. You wanted to crawl into a hole and let it swallow you completely. You wanted all three of them to disappear because the embarrassment was unbearable.

"Well… I have a dance performance tomorrow night so I was hoping you'd come and watch me." Shotaro pondered, the offer directed right at you as he leaned closer and tilted his head to the side.

"Uh… um…"

"She'll be there." Xiaojun answered for you.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow." Shotaro nodded, sending you a cheeky wink before walking away.

…..

The next afternoon arrived much too quickly for your liking. Xiaojun had given you numerous pep talks in the past few hours, letting you know that it was a good idea for you to take this opportunity. Shotaro was a nice guy who was interested in you, what was there to be worried about? Well, except for the fact that you were quite inexperienced and you didn't want him to think that you were too pathetic for him. You weren't a virgin, but you knew for sure that his body count was mountains higher than your measly grand total of that one boyfriend you had for a year. You were a shy person by nature, he was charming and confident. It was intimidating.

You decide to dress up nice, spritz a little bit more perfume than usual and put some effort in your makeup. You arrived at the hall where the recital was taking place, slipping into one of the empty seats. The small venue was filled with other students, you took notice of Shotaro's group of fangirls squealing in the front row. After a few minutes, the lights in the hall dimmed and a few lamps lit up the stage. Shotaro and his dance crew ignited the stage, the performances making the audience go wild.

You couldn't take your eyes off Shotaro. He was dressed in black techwear and a bucket hat, but you made him out immediately by that smile on his face. His movements were so fluid, so natural. He hit every beat and it was obvious that he knew how good he was. He was cocky and confident and it showed in the way he smirked and stuck his tongue out. You felt your throat grow dry, your hands fidgety and your body growing hot.

The performance finally ended with a roaring applause from everyone as the crew bowed in gratitude before rushing off the stage. Once the lights in the venue came back on you made your way out with the crowd. It was cold outside, the wind nipping against your warm skin. Some of the dancers began exiting the venue as well, being greeted and congratulated by their friends. From some distance away, you saw Shotaro exiting the building, his bucket hat discarded, his messy hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and his duffle bag on his shoulder. He was immediately bombarded by his group of admirers, shouting about his performance.

You took that as your cue to leave. He was clearly going to be kept busy by his fans and friends, there was no way he'd even remember that he invited you to the show. So you turned on your heels and began walking away from the crowd.

"Y/n!" Shotaro's voice made you halt dead in your tracks.

You turned back to look and your heart did a somersault when you saw him jogging towards you, that bright smile on his face and his eyes only on you. Once he reached you, he placed his arm over your shoulders.

"You actually came!" He beamed, opting to walk with you in the same direction you were leaving.

"Y-your performance was great." You replied shyly, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Thank you," Shotaro gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "you wanna go back to my place?"

"H-huh?" You probably looked like an idiot, gaping up at him while he just giggled.

"My place? We can go hang out…" Shotaro shrugged, "are you always this… innocent?"

"N-no, I just didn't hear what you said." You lied with a gulp.

"You're a bad liar," Shotaro surprised you with a peck on your cheek and you felt like your body was on fire, "but you're so cute."

The rest of the walk to Shotaro's dorm was concluded in silence. He led you inside, briefly greeting his roommates that were either raiding the kitchen or watching a movie with the volume obnoxiously loud. Soon enough you were being escorted to his room, Shotaro closing and locking the door behind him. You shyly sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Shotaro threw his bag aside, stripping himself of his jacket to reveal his toned arms.

"Do you want to listen to some music? Or watch something?" Shotaro asked as he opened up the laptop on his desk.

"Music… is fine." You replied in a low voice, your body still frozen in your spot.

"Alright," Shotaro hummed, putting on one of his soft playlists before climbing onto his bed, his back rested against the headboard, "you know… you don't have to be so shy with me."

"It's just… I'm not used to this." You admitted quietly.

"Not used to what?" Shotaro crawled closer to you until he was sitting next to you, "being in a guy's room? Having a guy… flirt with you?"

You nodded.

"Y/n… if it makes you uncomfortable you can tell me, okay?" Shotaro insisted, all hints of playfulness gone.

"No, no, it's okay," You gulped, playing with your fingers, "I like it…"

"Really?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head to look at you, "what exactly do you like?"

"I… I like the attention… from you." You mumbled, keeping your head low.

"Oh? So my baby likes attention?" Shotaro tucked his fingers under your chin to lift your head to look at him, "but aren't you too innocent for me?"

"I'm not innocent." You breathed out, the way he looked at you sending the arousal right to your core.

"Really? But you act like such a good girl," Shotaro leaned in until his lips were so dangerously close to yours, his breath brushing against your skin, "you should show me how you're not innocent…"

His lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss, you had to hold onto his shoulders to support yourself. His fingers danced down your body until his hands found refuge on your hips. He bit your bottom lip, getting more turned on by the sound of the shocked gasps and moans that got stuck in your throat. He tugged you into his arms before laying on your back against the mattress, his body hovering over you.

"Taro…" Your breathing hitched as he lips moved to your neck, sucking and nipping at the warm skin.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you pay so much attention to me?" You asked, your fingers lacing through his hair halting his actions.

"You're cute, Y/n," Shotaro planted a kiss on your neck before lifting his head to look up at you, "I like you, nothing more complicated than that."

"You're not gonna just fuck me then throw me aside?" You frowned.

"Never," Shotaro pecked you on your lips, "so why do you enjoy my attention so much?"

"I… I just like you."

"Good." Shotaro smirked.

Shotaro pulled his shirt over his head and chucked it aside, grinning at the way you just stared at his body, unable to hide the shyness on your face. His warm hands snuck under your top, tugging the material off. Your arms instinctively went up to cover your chest, your body flushed while Shotaro just giggled at your actions.

"I thought you weren't innocent?" He teased, his fingers wrapping around your wrists to gently release your arms.

"I-I'm not… it's just that the one guy I was with… it was dark… and quick." You spoke hesitantly, shifting nervously under Shotaro's gaze.

"So… he didn't make you feel good like this?" Shotaro gave you an innocent smile before planting a kiss right between your breasts, his hand sneaking down to run a finger over your jean-covered womanhood.

"N-no." You shuddered under his touch, unconsciously bucking your hips up for more.

"Okay baby, I promise I'll make you feel better than he did." Shotaro whispered as he pulled down the straps of your bra, reaching behind you to unhook the garment.

Once your torso was exposed for him, he latched his mouth onto one of your boobs, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple before moving to the other one. He trailed wet kisses down your chest and abdomen, his hands softly kneading your breasts. He halted at the waistband of your jeans, quickly planting a kiss on your clothed core which made your body jolt in shock. That damn smile never left his face, completely amused by your sweet reactions.

He sat up to unbutton your pants and help you out of them. He immediately leaned over to tug your underwear down. Your body was flushed with embarrassment as you pressed your legs shut, Shotaro's lustful eyes devouring your every curve. 

"Don't worry baby." He cooed, beckoning you to spread your legs for him.

When you finally obliged, Shotaro positioned himself on his tummy and his face was directly in front of your core. You knew you were embarrassingly aroused for him when he smirked up at you before littering little butterfly kisses over your thighs. His breath fanned over your heat before you felt his tongue swipe over your mound and shock ran through your body. He wasted no time sucking on your sensitive bud, edged on by your whimpers and moans of inexplicable pleasure. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before.

He inserted a finger into your core and you gasped in surprise, unable to comprehend the double stimulation. Once you were relaxed enough, Shotaro added another finger, until he was pumping three fingers in and out of you and you were a squirming mess under him, unable to hold back the loud mewls and whines that escaped you. You quickly came undone and Shotaro continued to ride out your high with his fingers. 

He came to kiss your lips, removing his hand from you to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. He moved away to discard the rest of his clothing and you bit down on your lip at the sight of his nude figure, your heartbeat quickening. He climbed back onto the bed to position himself in between your legs, reaching over to his desk to pull out a condom from the drawer. He ripped open the packet with his teeth before pushing the condom over his member.

"Wanna try something more fun?" He grinned sweetly down at you.

"Hmm?"

"Lie down on your tummy, baby." Shotaro stated and you complied almost immediately.

"Such a good girl." He hummed before his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you up slightly, bending your knees so that your ass stuck up for him. His words made you shudder with pleasure.

His hands roamed over your soft skin while you felt his member rubbing against your entrance. Shotaro's hands held on your hips as he entered your heat, your fingers gripping onto the pillow under your head as you gasped in pleasure. His movements were slow at first, letting you get used to the stretch, before thrusting faster. His hips rolled so fluid and natural, just like how he did on the stage earlier. He grunted with each thrust, reaching his hand forward to stimulate your clit.

Your orgasm quickly built up again and you came undone, your body collapsing onto the bed as Shotaro continued to rock his hips against you, chasing his own orgasm. With one last grunt, Shotaro reached his climax and his body rested on top of yours. You both laid there in silence, breathing heavily. Shotaro rolled off you, laying flat on his back next to you. He turned his head to the side and gave you a cheeky smile that made your heart flutter.

"So um… this really isn't a one time thing?" You asked shyly, nuzzling your face into the pillow as Shotaro chuckled lightly.

"Of course," he snickered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I've still got so much more to show you.."