omfg been thinking about an au where you’re a sm idol and you catch jaehyun jerking off to your fancams 😳😳
you debuted about 9 months ago, and your group’s done fairly well, having won a couple of award shows and released two eps, both having done well enough to place in local album rankings.
you and your leader are walking into the building at around 10:00pm, the two of you waving your goodbyes as she heads to the studios and you to the practice rooms. you walk by a bunch of taken rooms before spotting one with the lights off. you open the door and walk in only to hear faint music playing. you move to leave, but you can’t help but notice the chorus as one of your own songs.
you step further in quietly, preparing to scare who you think is one of your members, when a very not-female voice lets out a low moan. you freeze in surprise, not sure what to do. curiosity overtakes you and you step even further into the room, praying that your sneakers don’t make any noise alerting the male to your presence. you peek around the corner and see light brown hair on the back of someone’s head as he sits on the floor. as a huge fan of nct, you’re embarrassed to admit that you’d know the back of that head anywhere.
jung jaehyun is sitting in this practice room in the dark, moaning–for whatever reason–to your group’s song.
the thought startles you and you clamp your hand over your mouth to silence your gasp. he seems not to have noticed, and you peek further around the corner to see his arm moving up and down rapidly, his hand seeming to be placed in his lap. you cock your head to the side in confusion, wondering what he could be doing, and then it hits you.
jung jaehyun is sitting in this practice room in the dark, jerking off to your group’s song.
the theme of the song was mature and sexy, yes, but you never thought it was anything worth jerking off to. then another thought hits you; is it the song he’s getting off to, or the dance? and if it’s the dance...who is he watching?
as you’re pondering what member he could possibly be jerking off to, he shifts, grunting in effort, and you’re so startled that you squeak, hopping back. your sneakers squeak on the floor, and you hear his phone clatter to the floor and slide across the surface. there’s rustling and he calls out, “who’s there?”
shit. shit, shit, shit. you step around the corner to see him standing upright, his ears a furious shade of pink. not sure what else to do, you bow deeply, about to stand up when something catches your eye–or rather, someone. on jaehyun’s phone screen, still on the floor, is a video playing of one of your fancams from a live performance. you stand up, eyes widened in shock, as the full truth hits you.
jung jaehyun is sitting in this practice room in the dark, jerking off to you.
“how long were you here?” he asks accusingly, and you point an equally accusing finger back at him, your hand shaking slightly with nerves.
“you!” you exclaim, and he raises an eyebrow. “you were–were–” you stammer, and he looks from the phone to you before a slow smile takes over his face.
“say it,” he urges you, voice low, and you’re bewildered by how quickly he’s regained control of the situation. he should be on his knees apologizing profusely, shouldn’t he? the thought of him on his knees distracts you, derailing your train of thought, and you don’t even notice he’s moved until he’s right in front of you, towering over you. when you realize how close he’s suddenly become, you squeak, and he chuckles, repeating himself. “say what i was doing.”
“you were jerking off,” you say bluntly, surprised, and he smiles wider, nodding and stepping even closer. “you were jerking off to me.” you add incredulously, and he licks his lips, scanning your body briefly. you’re not sure whether you should slap yourself or pat yourself on the back when you remember the athletic shorts and tank top you’re currently wearing. “why were you doing it in a practice room in the dark?” you ask curiously.
“can’t get any privacy back at the dorms, and i just...prefer to do it in the dark.” he answers simply, and you shrug, assuming that’s as good an answer as any, before you snap back to the reality of the situation, pointing up at his face with a determined finger.
“why are you not embarrassed?” you ask suspiciously, and he just chuckles, stepping even closer. you step back in surprise, and his gaze darkens as he steps closer, with you once again stepping back. the pattern repeats until you feel the cool surface of the mirror pressing into your back, and you curse inwardly. he steps closer, closer, closer until he’s less than a foot away, and he speaks finally.
“because i realized something.” he says, and you wait for him to continue.
“well? realized what?” you ask curiously, and he lifts up one hand, placing it on the mirror by your head. you look at his hand in alarm, not even noticing he’s done the same with the other arm, and yelp when you realize he’s leaned down so you two are face to face.
“you were listening in on me,” he points out. “you saw me. and you’re far from dumb, so you must have known what i was doing. and you didn’t leave,” he remarks softly, his lips moving to your ear. chills run down your spine, and goosebumps rise on your arms as his breath fans over your ear. “which must mean,” he says slowly, “you’re interested in me. at least a little bit.”
“wha–i–huh?” you splutter, and he chuckles, the sound sending another round of tingles down your spine and, to your embarrassment, a wave of arousal straight to your core. there’s heat radiating from him, and you blush deeply as you realize the compromising position you two are in. he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear, and speaks, lowly and slowly, letting the syllables hang in the small space between the two of you.
“wanna know what i was thinking about?” he asks, his voice dangerously soft. you nod slightly, in a trance. “i could show you better than i can tell you.”
“oh, god.” you whisper to yourself, and he just hums in acknowledgment.
“is that a yes?” he asks, and you realize he’s giving you the option to leave. you think for a second, weighing out your options. you could leave and do your best to pretend nothing ever happened. but that would make things horribly awkward between the two of you, given the fact that you’d most likely cross paths again. you figure things should at least be awkward because you two hooked up, not because you almost did. what’s the fun in almost?
“yes,” you breathe, and he presses a soft kiss to the skin just under your ear. with the kiss, something in him seems to break, his restraint leaving him as he pulls back and immediately connects his lips with yours.
“i thought about this,” he hums against your lips, one hand leaving the mirror as he steps closer, your bodies now but a breath away. his tongue parts your lips with ease, and you gasp softly into the kiss. “kissing you here,” he trails his lips down your neck, working at a spot on your neck that has your fingers curling in bliss. “and here,” he kisses down to your collarbones, lightly raking his teeth along the skin.
you moan quietly, and he grabs your hips, pulling you closer and whirling you around so you can see yourself in the mirror. you watch your reflection as he kisses along the other side of your neck and along your shoulder, his hands stroking your arms gently.
“and i thought about doing this,” he whispers, trailing a hand down your front, fingers splayed across your stomach before he slips his hand into your shorts, cupping your core over your underwear. your breath hitches at his brazen touch, and he chuckles in your ear. “touching you here,” he slips his fingers into your underwear, digits immediately finding your clit and starting to rub slow circles into it.
“oh, god,” you mumble under your breath, mesmerized by the sight of his hand moving in your underwear. you let your head drop back onto his chest, eyes looking to the ceiling, and he makes a sound of disapproval.
“i want you to watch,” he whispers, and you balk, nodding slightly before lowering your gaze back to the mirror. when your gazes meet in the mirror, he slips two fingers into you and smiles mischievously when you cry out in surprise. “doesn’t that feel good?” he coos sweetly as he starts to pump his fingers into you, and you nod vigorously, causing him to shake his head. “no, i want to hear you say it.”
“that feels good,” you whisper, and he turns his face to yours, nipping at your earlobe lightly.
“good girl,” he says fondly, speeding up his fingers and scissoring them inside of you. “gotta prep this tight little hole for my cock,” he grunts, and your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s said.
“you’re gonna have sex with me?” you yelp, and he laughs.
“unless you have a problem with that,” he answers, fingers stilling inside of you. you shake your head immediately and vigorously in disagreement.
“no, no–no problems here,” you say quickly, and he smirks before nodding.
“good.” he says simply, and moves his lips to your neck, kissing and licking at the skin while he fucks you with his fingers quickly and deliberately. his other hand busies itself with your breasts, squeezing them and pinching at your nipple over your clothing. when your knees buckle from the pleasure, he quickly wraps an arm around your waist to help you stand up. when he’s sure you’ll be able to stand upright, he moves his arm, his hand moving down to rub your clit in quick circles.
you think for a minute about what someone would think if they came in here or even walked by and spotted jaehyun’s hands stuffed down your shorts with his mouth on your neck, and the shock and realization hits you right when he curls his fingers, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that you climax right on the spot, in the dark with jaehyun’s hands and mouth on and inside of you. he doesn’t stop fingering you until you push his hand away weakly and groan in protest.
“c’mere,” he tugs you to where he was sitting earlier, gets on his knees–you note that the sight is just as satisfying and arousing as you’d imagined, if not more so–and urges you down onto your own wordlessly. “we have to be quiet,” he murmurs as he tugs his pants and underwear down to his knees. you start moving to do the same, but freeze when his cock bobs up against his shirt, mesmerized by its impressive size. “like what you see?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face, and you scoff.
“shut up,” you retort lamely, and he just snickers as you pull your shorts and underwear down to your knees, the sound getting caught in his throat as he stares at your exposed core. “like what you see?” you mock him, and you watch him swallow before he nods.
“fuck yeah, i do. but we knew that already,” he points out before he turns you around and bends you over, with you landing on your forearms abruptly. he doesn’t waste any time at all, quickly pushing the head of his cock against your entrance and guiding himself into you slowly. when he bottoms out, the two of you let out quiet moans and he stills, his cock throbbing in your walls.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his hands moving to grasp your hips tightly, fingertips digging into your skin as he pulls out to the tip to thrust back into you sharply. you exhale sharply and reach back to grab his wrist as he does it again, a whimper leaving you with every thrust as he builds up a steady, quick pace with powerful, deep strokes.
“oh, shit,” you moan, and he chuckles, the hand in your grasp twisting out to hold yours. it’s embarrassingly intimate of him, and you’re thankful he can’t see you or the blush rising to your cheeks.
“i’ve never heard you swear before,” he grunts, “it’s hot.”
“yeah?” you breathe, and he hums his assent.
“really fucking hot.” he confirms, and his other hand leaves your hip and snakes around your waist to rub your still sensitive clit in circles.
“oh, fuck,” you cry out, lowering your head to cover your mouth with your hand.
“so hot,” he groans, his thrusts and ministrations on your clit speeding up until you’re gasping into your hand, desperately trying to muffle your whines of pleasure. “are you close? you’re clenching like you are,” he asks smugly, and you narrow your eyes. “i want you to look in the mirror,” he coaxes, and you oblige, looking up at your reflection. through the darkness, you can still see the fucked-out look in your eyes and the blush on your cheeks deepens but, thankfully, it’s too dark to see that. “you see how beautiful you look?” he whispers reverently, his hand squeezing yours. his praise sends a fresh wave of arousal through your body, and you clench around him tightly as your climax approaches.
“i’m gonna–” you moan, and he nods.
“i know; come for me–come all over my cock,” he says lowly, his thrusts starting to slow down as you suspect he reaches his climax. the two of you let go at the same time, nothing leaving jaehyun’s lips except a groan of your name, followed by some choice words you’d rather not repeat. it’s in stark contrast to you, as you come apart with a series of moans and whimpers, your body curling in on itself. the two of you stay there for a moment, catching your breath, and he pulls out of you slowly, leaving you feeling bereft.
the two of you redress quietly and he stands up first, helping you to your feet. you shuffle awkwardly from foot to foot and look up at him through your lashes.
“i kinda did this backwards, but in my defense, you weren’t supposed to come in the room today.” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
“did what backwards?” you ask curiously, cocking your head in confusion.
“i, uh...like you. if you couldn’t tell,” he chuckles. “and i was going to ask you on a date the next time i managed to get you alone, but...as you can see–”
“you decided to have sex with me instead,” you giggle, and he softens, smiling nervously. “where were these nerves when i walked in on you yanking it to a fancam of me?”
“i don’t know, i was turned on; i wasn’t thinking straight.” he explains, and you shrug, accepting his answer. “so, yeah; would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he asks, and you smile, nodding.
“yeah, on one condition,” you say, and he blinks in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. “no more beating your meat to my fancams.”
“i can’t make that promise when you look as good as you do,” he replies honestly. “also, how many terms are you going to use for masturbating?”
“oh, did you not like those? i have more if you want to hear,” you say with a teasing smile, and he shakes his head vehemently.
“wanking, spanking the monkey, the good ol’ five finger shuffle, tugging the slug, beef strokenoff–” you list off, and he grabs you by the shoulders, cutting you off.
“if i kiss you, will you shut up?” he asks desperately, and you shrug.
“i don’t know, try it. jacking the beanstalk, charming the snake, playing the skin flute–” you keep going, and he presses his lips to yours, muffling your words and effectively shutting you up. when he breaks the kiss, you smile sheepishly. “i’ll shut up now.”
“good, because that last one was disgusting, and we should go before someone asks us what we’re doing in the dark,” he points out, and you nod, following him to the door and exiting as he holds the door open for you. to your misfortune, you walk directly into your leader, who bows at jaehyun.
“hey!” she greets you. “i was just looking for you!”
“well, look no more,” you joke, inwardly groaning at your awkward choice of words.
“are you ready to leave?” she asks, giving jaehyun a suspicious once over. “i was thinking we can grab something from the convenience store and head back to the dorms.”
“sure!” you say far too eagerly and she loops an arm around your shoulders, leading you away from jaehyun. you cast a glance over your shoulder and wave at him, jaehyun returning your farewell before you turn back around.
“i’m not dumb, you know,” your leader remarks casually as you two walk out the building.
“wha–i know you’re not,” you say, confused.
“so would you care to tell me why you and jung jaehyun were in a practice room alone together in the dark? and why you have, like, three hickeys on your neck?” she asks, and you stumble in the street, not expecting her to say any of that.
“we had sex,” you mumble in embarrassment, and she nods.
“thank you for your honesty. you know i expect a full rundown later, right?” she squeezes your shoulders, and you giggle.
“i’ll tell you almost everything.” you promise, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously.
“some things are better left secrets,” you reply elusively, and she scoffs, but doesn’t push the topic further.
“you’re so dramatic.” she chuckles.
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