genre: regency!au (with some tweaks ofc), (not so)enemies-to-lovers!au, viscount!Jaehyun (kind of slowburn, hurt/comfort elements?, angst? mutual pining, reader is an oldest daughter guys)
pairing/s: Jaehyun / Reader (ft Yuta, Johnny & other ocs)
word count: 23k+ (guys. be fr its me we’re talking abt here)
tw: reader and jh both have a tense rs w their parents? brief mentions of a parent’s death (not reader/jh’s), reader doesn’t exactly look after herself very well, lmk if I missed out on anything!
summary: in a world where marriage is nothing more than an economic proposition, and where a person is no more than what they can offer, you and Jaehyun rediscover what it means to be with each other, in the very essence of the word
a/n: this is really funny cause… so far the fics i have for my ‘tswift for the neos’ discourse are all johnjae…. life is like that, i guess. anyway. 3rd installment! this was a LONG time coming and i rly hope u guys enjoy it! took me a while to get back into the rhythm of writing so thank u all for bearing w my radio silence HAHHA this is based off of enchanted and gold rush (and any other easter eggs you find hehe- i’d love to hear if it reminds u of other tswift songs), reblogs are VERY appreciated!! happy reading loveys~
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You ached for rest. Not the kind that sleep guaranteed, no. This rest you ached for felt much deeper, much further from reach. Much like a stranger you wished to know.
“Do you remember what we discussed?”
Each inhale of yours didn’t seem to satisfy the ache in your chest, feeling as though your ribs were caving in, unsure if it was anxiety or the carriage or your clothing that was making you taste your last meal, and even that seemed like it was ages ago.
“Your posture,” the whisper of your mother brought some of your awareness back to the question she’d asked.
What did you discuss?
You tried to dismiss the impending feeling of doom that grew stronger as you noticed your surroundings, the carriage all of a sudden seeming to be moving too quickly, your grip on your gloves tightening as you tried to recall what your mother was trying to remind you of.
Right.
Be obedient. The carriage rounded the corner, jolting you from the familiar bump in the road. Don’t immediately launch into literary discourses out of panic. Your mother took your gloves out of your weak grip, slipping them onto your hands with an assertiveness that shoved you further into your seat, resisting the urge to shiver at the feeling of her cold hands on your skin. Have good manners. You could now recognise the music echoing from the building, a piece you were sure you’d heard your sister play before. Mind your facial expression. Along with the sound of music, the chatter and giggles intensified. Don’t scribble funny names onto your dance card. You thought about your little sister at home, probably sitting by the window reading a book from your father’s library as she waited for you to return home. You thought about your father who was in his study doing God knows what. As if like a trigger, a wave of clarity washed over you; you’d suddenly felt unfortunately sober.
I’m a big sucker for Jane Austen themed stories 🥹 what else more if it features our lovely jaehyun. Let me catch a break! This masterpiece deserves alot of notes! Thank you for writing !
gently, you brush his hair out of his face when jaehyun shyly puts his mouth onto your breasts, licking at your nipple that’s erect from both the cold and his touches. soft moans make its way out of your mouth when he does it, granting him his relief when your boyfriend sheepishly asked whether he could feel your tits. you were still early on into the relationship, then. all touches ended in innocent makeup sessions, a stubborn thumb trailing over your nipples even when you were cuddling. since then? jaehyun is obsessed.
your breath is shaky when jaehyun first slips in, pleasured sounds coming out in whines when the other starts to move slowly. instantly, his hands go straight to your tits, palming them with his free hand. if your buds weren’t hard before, he could definitely feel them press up against his palm now.
the added friction of his hand makes you heave for air, absolutely ruined when his mouth impatiently leans down to latch onto one of your nipples. he suckles on it roughly, but you don’t complain when his tongue flicks your nipple like he does with your clit day in and day out.
“stop- clenching around me- fuck— you’re making it hard not to c-cum,” he pants out, looking at your beautiful, dumb face that only knows how to call out his name. you continue to do it, anyway, tightening around his cock every time his mouth makes contact with your sensitive nipples. it contributes to how he fills you up, and a pinch to your other, unattended tit makes you cry out.
“s’good. good girl, you like it when i play with your nipples, don’t ya?” he rolls it in between his fingers, not letting up on the assault with his mouth. with the constant pounds he does to your pussy, dripping slick mixed with his pre-cum, and your nipples suffering under his tongue and fingers, you reach your high easily with a silent scream. gushing all over him, you’re holding onto his wrists as your high continues to ripple through you.
you realise you can’t even give him an answer to his question before, too fucked out to care. “gonna let me cum in you, princess?”
drunkenly, you nod frantically, hands now cupping his cheeks as you have the pleasure to view how your cunt makes him feel. he gasps out your name when thrusts one last time, expression pulled to the extreme of rolled-back eyes and he stills inside of you right at the hilt, pumping you so so full. it takes him a few seconds to pull out, but he make sure that you take every last bit.
with a lovesick grin, jaehyun plops down on your chest where he continues his love for your boobs, massaging them gently with occasional kisses to your sternum, and just like the first time, you’re brushing your fingers through his hair where he slowly falls into slumber.
pairing: coworker! jaehyun x female reader (nct 127 series)
genre: smut, fluff, angst
word count: 5,578k
warnings: explicit sex, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, brief mention of sexual harassment in the workplace, manipulation
summary:
"Never has a woman been in such complete mastery of another's heart."
"From early on in life, the Beauty is gazed at by others. Their desire to be looked at is the source of their power, but also the source of much unhappiness: if they are honest with themselves, they also sense that being worshiped only for one's appearance is monotonous and unsatisfying—and lonely. When their mind and soul are being appreciated, they will grow dependent."
The Art of Seduction Masterlist (series)
a/n: The reader, commonly referred to as 'yn', was named as Doll/Dolly in this series. This was to 1) not ruin the flow of the fic with Y/N for once and 2) to use a name that also doubles as a nickname. The fact that a given name is used does not really matter as you will realize in later chapters.
All eyes naturally followed him as he strutted to his office. Tall, strong-jawed and royal in essence, Jaehyun was used to being gawked at everywhere and anywhere he went. Interns fought for a small cubicle across his office door; merely looking at the Human Resources manager through the striped glass was a small luxury, such was his beauty. It was even a running joke in the company that this was the exact reason why his position fit him so well, as nearly no one with a working pair of eyes could possibly say no to him. Everyone followed his requests and agreement proposals, thus ameliorating the most turbulent relationships within the company.
You too had noticed the man, your smaller office fighting for space on the same floor as him. He would walk in at 9:02 exactly, a man of habit, holding a cup of hazelnut-flavored french pressed coffee. The nutty smell he loved so much would deliciously fill the room, making his presence all the more irresistible; like a moth to a flame, eager staff would offer to personally deliver him his coffee. He politely declined every time, gracing them with his dimpled smile. And who on earth could resist a smile like his?
The appointment to see him was booked at 11:00, and at 11:10 you knocked on his door. A couple of bobby pins were laid in the front pocket of your jacket, your hair messy, yet purposefully so. The rest of your attire was normal as every other day: it was not your goal to give a strong impression but to simply put yourself on the map. No one should march into war without preparation. Patience and calculation are the most basic virtues in the art of seduction, after all.
He let you in with his deep voice a second later, and while you made your way inside he didn’t pay much attention to you, as expected. He ruffled his notes for a bit, reminding himself of the purpose of your visit, and then pointed at the chair in front of his desk, offering you a seat. You didn’t think it was possible, but he looked even more beautiful up close, his long eyelashes and rosy cheeks clouding your mind for a split second.
“I see you wanted to talk about coordinating staffing for a future sales project?”
“Yes, that’s right”
Jaehyun lets out a small sigh through his cherry lips, half frustrated by your tardiness and the work he clearly does not want to do. You wonder how they’re not chapped from the daily coffee, and wonder if they taste like hazelnut as well, or the flavor of the chapstick he must be using. He’d barely taken a look at you until now, blending almost perfectly in the mundanity of ‘just another day in the office’. His guard was down like the walls of the city of Troy. And what a Trojan horse you were, just a lower-middle ranked worker asking for help.
“You know, I’m often not available. At any time you can always consult my partner instead-”
“But I specifically asked for you”
This seemed to surprise him a little, finally laying his eyes on you for more than a second. Pride and curiosity are a damned thing in humans, and so is our ego’s need for validation. So he asks:
“May I ask why?”
“I just- took the liberty to take a look at your CV and ask around and- this project is really important to me, you see. I really wanted to leave it to the best”
Obviously flattered by the compliment on something other than his looks, Jaehyun swiftly glances at his agenda again. You smile at the sudden interest.
“Doll, isn’t it? Were you named after the singer?”
“No”, you laugh, shaking your head and letting your hair become even messier than before, “From Dorothea.”
“Hmm. Dorothea. ‘God’s gift’”
Without breaking eye contact, you fish for one of the bobby pins from your pocket, separating the flexible prongs with your teeth and securing a loose strand in place. You pull the rest of your hair back, mimicking an action taken before one of Jaehyun’s most favorite actions in the bedroom. His hands start to toy with a stapler he had nearby, desperately trying to ground his thoughts that keep flying to the unprofessional.
“You know, Mr. Jung, you are a lot brighter than what the executive assistant makes you out to be.”
The stapler gun fires just then, joining two random pieces of paper that most definitely don’t belong together. You try not to smirk at his reaction at the mention of another man, let alone someone who you’ve heard from plenty of gossips he dislikes.
“You know Lee Haechan?”
“I asked for his opinion on whom I should consult. You know how he can be”
“Childish?”
You lean forward, with your palm pressed vertically to your left cheek, to let him in on a secret. The further exposure of your chest and your whispering almost makes him pay no mind to what you actually had to say.
“Don’t scold me manager, but I was going for ‘annoying’”
His boisterous laughter startles you, victory painted on his face. You were on his side, officially now, and thus a name to remember.
“Call me Jaehyun, please. Now, shall we talk about the project?”
For the rest of the hour, you listened to his advice religiously. Taking notes, nodding your head, reacting to his sparse jokes; you had a feeling that Jaehyun wasn’t used to being taken so seriously. Soon, your appointed consulting had to be wrapped up, yet he didn’t seem the least eager to get up from his chair. Claiming that you didn’t want to take up more and of his valuable time you slip one of his business cards in your palm, and he sadly lets you go.
The nutty tones of the perfume you had chosen to wear that morning would linger in his office for hours after your departure.
Since that day, as if it was meant to be, Jaehyun would see you every morning at the coffee place that he visited to pick up his hazelnut drink. He, like all humans, was drawn to the stars, astrology, fate: in a world where everything is controlled, a love that’s meant to be excited him. He wondered if you were there all along, and he was too caught up in work and deadlines and meetings to notice the only thing that genuinely brought a smile to his face the past weeks. Nothing like this mattered to him anymore. It all felt too mortal for him to care.
Both enticing and elusive, you’d breeze past him, send him a smile, a ‘Good morning’, yet nothing more. Your everyday life encroached disturbingly upon his in a curiously undisturbing way. By merely entering the periphery of his vision you’d tangle him further into your web. The distance you kept made him want to reach out to you, grab you, have you tell him everything about yourself.
And that was his plan that gloomy day, bringing you closer. He’d been waiting patiently for your shift to end, uncharacteristically wiggling on the balls of his feet and praying that the rain wouldn’t stop. He’d been contemplating on whether he should make his move all night, tossing and turning in his bed at the thought of you. About half an hour before the time when you usually clocked out he rang your office, goosebumps erupting all over his arms at the sweet sound of your voice.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Doll. It’s Jaehyun.”
“O-oh hi!”, you’d squeak out cutely, making him mindlessly doodle hearts and arrows on the corners of his agenda like a schoolboy. “I wanted to call you, actually”
“Really?”, he gasped, a bit too excited for his liking, and he bit his lower lip harshly to cool himself down.
“Yes, to thank you. The project is turning out great thanks to your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Well, there’s something you can do if you want to thank me”
“Anything”, you say with a deepened tone, and Jaehyun presses his pen so hard against the paper that it leaves a tear. It was just a vague choice of words, yet the hinting at something sexual drove him insane. He had a million ideas of what he wanted that ‘anything’ to entail, but unfortunately, he had to choose the most appropriate one.
“I was wondering whether you wanted me to drop you off at your house. It’s a bit too rainy outside.”
“Wouldn’t that mean that you’re doing me a favor?”
“With you as my company? I don’t think so.”
With that you agreed, promising to see him in a bit, and you wondered how he knew that you never take your car to work. You smiled at the thought of him asking random coworkers about you or noticing you on your way from the subway station every morning. He had finally shown interest in you on his own.
As promised, Jaehyun soon waited outside your office as you organized some remaining documents, broad shoulders resting on the door frame. His long hair was messily thrown to the side after a long day of work, his smile made your hands tremble a little. Curious workers peeked inside to see who could possibly make a man like him wait, raising their eyebrows at the unusual pair. Jaehyun was unfazed, easily ignoring the whispers surrounding you until you got to his car, a really nice convertible that reflected his hard work in the company. After chivalrously opening the door for you and ordering you to put your seatbelt on he starts the vehicle, and the tension between you is so thick and suffocating that you have to roll down the window a little.
The road he decided to take wasn’t the quickest one, but it definitely offered a magical view. The city seemed to be sprawled at your feet, the blinking lights hypnotizing you. An old blues song that Jaehyun picked had you swaying side to side, drunk in the ambiance that you’d forgotten such a busy urban area could offer.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”, he asks after minutes of comfortable silence and you can only nod, your eyes stuck staring at the passing cars through the window as the wind blows your hair. “I knew you’d like it. I always take the highway, even if it’s a little busy. The view from here is unbeatable.”
“You should see the view from my bedroom window”, you say casually, knowing damn well what you were suggesting, “I swear you can see the entire city.” Absent-mindedly, you move your legs along with the beat, the fabric of your skirt slowly hiking up. You surely don’t miss Jaehyun’s curious eyes that travel to the expanse of your thighs. The way his fingers tap on the steering wheel tells on his nervousness further.
“Okay, so what’s the catch?”, you ask suddenly, making the man next to you hum in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re hot, smart, polite, have a nice car, and a great taste in music.”
He chuckles at your compliments, his ears turning a crimson red.
“So?”
“So, how on earth are you single?”
“Hmm”, he teases, the corners of his mouth curling up playfully, “how do you know that I’m single?”
“I asked around. For a friend.”
With that he laughs, drowning out the fade-out of the ending song.
“Your friend’s unlucky”
“How come?”
“I just might have my eyes on someone”
Your heart does a somersault in your chest, a little voice in your head reassuring you that he’s, indeed, talking about you, yet you have to check.
“Oh yeah?”, you ask as nonchalantly as possible, “What are they like?”
“Well. She’s pretty, intelligent, goes to the same coffee shop as me, and likes long car rides.”
“She seems cool.”
“You’d know.”
“Then what takes you so long to ask her out?”
Another song starts then, just in time to fill in the silence of hesitation that comes from Jaehyun. He seems pensive, as if he’s trying to decide on whether to brush it off with a smile or pick on a wound that just might bleed a little. He decides on the latter.
“Have you ever been to a zoo, Doll?”
“Umm yes?”
“Most people gawk at the exotic animals, admire them for a while, come closer for a picture maybe and that’s it. Then they leave with just the empty picture of what a baboon looks like in their head, not interested in learning more about the animal. They’re that easily entertained.”
“You’re not a baboon, Jaehyun.”
He laughs again, but bitterly this time.
“Sometimes I feel like people are one step away from throwing a banana in my face and asking for a picture.”
The wrinkles in between his furrowed eyebrows reveal his hurt, the other side of the sword that cuts The Beauty deeply. Stuck in the image of himself, his looks that will someday fade, almost begging for people to swim in his deep end.
“I personally think that this baboon, in particular, has a lot to offer”, you tell him with an empathetic smile, your hand covering his over the gear shifter. His eyes meet yours for only a second, yet you can see the gratitude almost spilling out of his tear ducts. “You know, other than the fangs and the bright red ass.”
“Thank you.”
“However, you do have one fatal flaw.”
“What is it?”
“You’re too nice to people. And you don’t know when to make a move.”
You finally reach your poorly lit street that is empty, surprisingly, and Jaehyun parks quickly in front of your house, leaving his blinkers on.
“I’ll walk you off”, he offers like the gentleman he is, not that the distance between the car and your building’s front door is anything more than a few meters. He’s almost sad that he has to leave the confined space that you’ve successfully filled with your familiar scent, and he quickly walks up next to you to get his dosage again.
Soon, just as you reach the entrance, you turn around to face Jaehyun again. Your keys jingle in your palm, ready to be used, but you don’t put them in the keyhole just yet. You wait for some kind of goodbye from him, any kind, admiring the way his skin reflects the moonlight in the meantime. He seems just as entranced as you.
“Hey, uh, thank you for the ride. It was really fun.”
“I just subjected you to my emotional baggage in a moving car where you couldn’t escape.”
You chuckle at his joke, moving closer to gently fix his tie that’s been off-centered slightly. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest at your touch, right beneath your fingertips. Jaehyun’s eyes are fixed on the way you bite your lower lip, wishing that his teeth would do the job instead.
Time freezes up then, right as you have him wrapped around your little finger, and he only stares into your eyes when you speak up again.
“You’d be surprised at how much I like to listen to you talk.”
Finally mustering up the courage, Jaehyun plants his lips on yours. They were soft, just like you imagined, and when the cold tip of his nose brushes against your hot cheek you shiver a little. Your left hand finds a place on the side of his neck, sliding down against the softness of his skin that just begs to be nibbled on and bruised with kisses. In turn, he pulls you closer by your waist, big hands moving up to your ribcage and lifting you slightly in the midst of all the heat. Just as you let his tongue dip in your mouth, a desperate moan escapes your puffy lips and Jaehyun gladly swallows it. You’re fully submerged in him at this point, fingers tugging at his locks in a hunger that is surprising for a first kiss.
The sound of the elevator reaching the ground floor through the door drags you back to reality, shoving Jaehyun away in panic as one of your neighbors exits the building. You wave hello at them and Jaehyun nods politely, tears threatening to run down your face at the hilarious sight.
“What’s so funny?”, Jaehyun whisper-yells as your neighbor almost jogs away to not interrupt any further. You don’t answer him, only rub his lips with the back of your palm, the red lipstick you had messily transferred all over him successfully being wiped off. He laughs heartily at the realization and leans in to steal one more kiss, red painting his lips once more.
“Jaehyun! I just wiped it off!”
“Whatever”, he shrugs, holding your chin between his thumb and his index so that you look at him, “I like it”. He leans in again, kissing your lips, the corner of your mouth, your jaw; moving slowly to the lobe of your ear, leaving a red trail behind. “And I like the way you say my name”.
His whisper knocks all the air out of your lungs, your whole body screaming to just drag him upstairs and moan his name the way he likes all night. It feels impossible but you know what you have to do, pulling him into one last kiss before you unstick your body from his.
“I have to go but thank you, again.”
He clears his throat and flashes you his pearly whites once more, letting you go.
“See you tomorrow Doll.”
The next morning, Jaehyun felt like he was walking on air. The grass was greener, the air was fresher, the world seemed kind and beautiful. Not one moment could be spent without him thinking of you; you’d successfully manage to creep into the nook and crannies of his imagination. He was practically frolicking to the coffee shop, desperate to see you, talk to you, maybe even steal a kiss. And when - to much of his disappointment - you didn’t show up, he decided to buy a coffee for you as well and bring it to your office. The mere thought of your grateful smile fueled his motivation again, skipping the steps to your shared floor and collecting weird looks from his coworkers. He could almost taste your sweetness, still fresh on his tongue.
Little did he know, the man he’d see standing outside your door would bring a bitter taste to his mouth.
“Haechan”, he said with a tightly-lipped smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “what are you doing here?”
“I work here”, was his typical smart-ass response, the same sarcastic tone that made Jaehyun want to rip his hair out of their follicles.
“I meant outside of Doll’s office.”
“Oh, you know Doll? That’s surprising.”
Disdain dripped from his voice, and Jaehyun gripped the coffee cups so hard that the hot liquid started leaking on his hands. Taking a deep breath, he realized he wouldn’t get a serious answer from the young man, and peeked inside your office through the clear sections of your office’s glass. You weren’t there, but what he saw would shake him harshly.
A bouquet of a dozen red roses sitting prettily on your desk.
“She’s not here yet”, Haechan shrugged as he walked away, clearly unbothered by the presence of the other man and whatever made him look paler than usual.
Does Doll have a boyfriend? No. She would have told me, right? Maybe it’s her birthday. Or some great event. Hell, even her grandma could have delivered those roses for her. It’s not just lovers that send flowers to people.
The coffee on the back of his palm burned a little less than those stupid fucking roses.
“Jaehyun?”
And then your voice reached his ears, making him euphoric again.
“Hi”, he said shyly, a little lost in your actual presence. He sees you noticing the coffee cups occupying both of his hands in question, and he quickly hands you one of them. You accept it with a glint in your eyes, cooing a ‘thank you’ his way, and take some tissues from your bag to help him dry out the mess on his hands.
“Why do I always end up cleaning after you, Jaehyunnie?”, you scold him playfully, making him turn beet red at your nickname.
“It’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?!”
“I can’t stop thinking about you and you make me mess up.”
Your mouth hangs open, mind rushing to come up with an appropriate answer yet you find none, settling on a smile instead.
“Doll, can I ask you a question?”
“Hit me.”
“Is it your birthday today?”
You laugh incredulously, and take a cautious sip of your coffee before answering him.
“Is this a pick-up line or something?”
“Uh n-no”, he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “I’m sorry. Can I ask you another question then?”
“Mmm.”
“Will you go out with me to dinner tonight?”
“I’d love to”, you answer immediately, making the question Jaehyun really wanted to ask burn on the tip of his tongue. He decides against it, giving you a time and a place before walking away with a heart full of hope and a knot in his stomach.
“Did you really duct-tape an air horn under Mr. Kim’s chair?”
“Yes!”, Jaehyun snickers, a little too loudly in the fancy restaurant he had brought you to, and almost choking on his third glass of red wine in the process. You’d just finished a hearty three course meal, picking apart what was left of your desserts, “You should have seen his face when he sat down.”
“I can only imagine. He seems so strict!”
“It’s fun messing with Doyoung, it’s kinda like pulling a prank on your teacher in high school.”
“Was that how you were in high school, point guard? Messing with your teachers?”
“Wait- how did you know I was a point guard in high school?”
Your nails scratch against the base of your glass, fingertips turning pale from the pressure. Jaehyun’s too drunk to notice your smile that falters for a mere second, his eyes more focused on the low décolletage of your dress instead.
“How much have you drunk, Jaehyunnie?”, you ask him with a light-hearted laugh, throwing your head back to be even more believable, “You told me, like, five minutes ago.”
The man takes your hand in his, peppering small kisses over the thin skin of your wrist. You can feel the looks of envy that the people seated around you send like daggers your way, wondering what goodness you must have done in your past life to get such a gorgeous man to be so enamored with you in your current one. The dark grey suit he had chosen for your date made him look like a million bucks.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m telling you, it’s your fault. Never has a woman been in such complete mastery of another's heart."
You flutter your painted eyelashes, feigning shyness, and take off one of your heels as inconspicuously as possible in the meantime. A low growl blossoms in Jaehyun’s throat as the arch of your foot massages the length of his calf, the hairs on the nape of his neck rising as you move higher and higher.
As if on cue, the waiter returns just then with the receipt, handing the little black leather booklet to Jaehyun before thanking you both.
“Wanna get out of here?”
You nod in agreement, barely managing to contain your excitement as you follow him to his car. The whole drive to his place felt hazy, the only thing making your lust-filled brain focus being Jaehyun’s fingernails that drew pretty lines on your thighs. The numb pain made you pant lightly, begging for more, and when you finally enter his apartment you let him trap you against his chest and the cold wall without another word.
His big arms wrap around your waist, thumb pressing against the dip of your spine.
“What kind of magic have you done to me?”, he mumbles against your mouth as you taste the lingering chocolate on his tongue, “It feels like I’ve been waiting to have you forever.”
“And now that you have me, what are you gonna do to me?”
Pulling you away from the hard surface and onto his body, you feel his fingers slowly pulling your dress’s fabric upwards, exposing your ass. His hands knead the fleshy softness, grinding you against his pelvis in the meantime. The stiff length that pulses against your thigh impresses you.
“I want to bend my little dolly over. You’ll look so pretty. Just for me.”
He emphasizes the last word by moving his hand lower, fingers lost in your wet folds. He hisses at how ready you are for him with only barely being touched, and tries out your pussy by dipping the tip of his finger past your entrance.
“So fucking tight.”
“It’s been a while.”
“I’ll make it worth it.”
Jaehyun looks beautiful any time of the day, but particularly so when he kneels in front of you, dragging your soaked-up panties along with him. He notices a little mole on the left fold of your thighs, and it seems so cute to him that he takes a moment to suck over the patch of skin. His nose brushes up against your clit, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your pussy and making you mewl desperately, and the first long lick has you gripping the wall for balance. A long moan fills the room, your fingers digging between his long locks so as not to fall apart.
“Feels good?”
“Yes, oh my god, don’t stop!”
Jaehyun chuckles between your thighs, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, and he throws one of your legs over his shoulder to come even closer to you.
“You’re gonna beg me to stop in a bit.”
Usually, the cockiness would have thrown you off, but Jaehyun definitely had the skills to match the confidence. Lips sucking at your puffy bud, wet tongue drawing figure eights and even dipping past your entrance bringing you close to the edge in record time.
“‘M gonna-”
“Mmm, come on baby, cum on my face. You look so beautiful all wrecked out for me.”
And so you do, the knot in your stomach loosening as you tiredly scream out curses at the waves of pleasure. Jaehyun’s right there to lap everything up, the sight of his lips and chin all wet from your juices making you wanna cum again at the spot. He holds your trembling legs with strong arms, tongue continuing to circle around your clit.
It felt good, yet way too much for you to handle, the overstimulation making you tug at his hair so harshly you bet it must hurt him. A sudden stretch surprises you, and you realize he has sunk two of his fingers inside you, looking up at you in fascination.
“I-It’s too much. Please, no more.”
“Told you”, he says with a grin, and bites the flesh of your inner thigh before getting up on his feet again. Slowly, he pulls your dress over your head, helping you out of your bra as well, and starts to litter every inch of your skin he can reach with kisses.
“Messy”, he scolds you by kissing his teeth, pointing to the wet floor as he rids himself of his clothes as well. “You made a mess all over my floor, Dolly.”
“I’m sorry”, you whimper, but wrap your fingers around his length at the same time. Jaehyun’s quite long, angry veins adorning his cock that has already started leaking at the tip. You collect it all with your index, moving it around his member so that your palm glides easier around it.
His hands wrap around your throat then, the light pressure making your head spin in the best way. Your wrist stops it’s previous movement, pussy convulsing at the loss of oxygen until a sharp slap on your ass jolts you alert.
“Did I tell you to stop?”, Jaehyun asks monotonously, and growls when you eagerly pick up the pace again. Carefully tugging you by your neck, he leads you over to his bedroom. He’s more than hard enough. “Let’s see where else you’re gonna drip all over.”
Your back thumps ungraciously on his bed covers, his calloused fingers pushing your thighs against your chest as he climbs on top of you. The sight is just too delicious, your hair all sprawled out and messy on his pillow, lower lips puffy and hole leaking your arousal, inviting him in. A damp spot has already started to form on the part of his sheets where your legs open, and he makes it his personal mission to expand the diameter of the circle as much as he can. He grabs a condom from his bedside table, wrapping his cock hastily before aligning his tip with your entrance.
You wail pathetically when he plummets inside you, walls trying desperately to fit him all in. Jaehyun starts off slowly, pressing forward with all the self-control in the world to not ram his cock against you like he has dreamed of. His lips start a trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee, heightening your senses, and you feel up on his flexing abs in awe.
As your moans pick up in volume so does his pace, hips thrusting against your ass in vigor. The vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin mix with the sound of you screaming his name, and Jaehyun feels like sabotaging you by dipping his fingers in your mouth. You suck obediently, moans muffling as his toes dig into his sheets and his hips beat down on you harshly, The room starts to spin, and you can taste the imminent orgasm just as well as the saltiness of Jaehyun’s fingers.
“Take that.”
He beats you to it, eyes clenching shut as ropes of cum explode in the condom inside you. His cock jerks against your g-spot with every shot he let outs, triggering your own orgasm and making you drool around his fingers as you mumble gibberish, words of pleas bleeding with one another. He lets his body weight plop onto the bed, flipping you around so that you’re the one on top of him now, member still half-hard inside you.
You suck on his fingers one more time, releasing them with a loud ‘pop’ as you look up at him seductively. He’s staring back at you giddily, drunk in his own orgasm and the night you spent together, and his fingers start to doodle hearts and arrows again, on your bare hips this time.
“Sorry if I was too rough.”
“If you can make me cum twice every time we have sex, you can be as rough as you want.”
He smiles at the promise of another time, pulling your upper body closer in a tight hug. His dark hair is sticking on his sweaty forehead, and the red flush across his cheeks makes him glow in the dimly-lit room.
“I just feel so protective of you, I can’t explain it. You’re so familiar to me. If you ever need anything you can tell me, okay Doll?”
You sigh at his words, looking at his chest to avoid him. You notice a little bruise you had accidentally left there and overfixate on it, counting the different shades of purple until Jaehyun forces you to look at him again.
“What’s wrong?”, he coos with furrowed eyebrows, hands rubbing your cheek lightly when he hears you sniffle.
“It’s Haechan”, you whimper almost inaudibly and Jaehyun’s blood starts to boil, teeth biting on his tongue at the anger that bubbles inside him.
“What did he do?”
“He keeps hitting on me, and asking me out. I try to tell him no but he just won’t listen. I would tell him to fuck off but I’m scared to do so because-”
A tear that overflows stains his thumb, your words hitching in your throat as you try to spit them out. The memory of Haechan standing outside your office when those roses magically appeared on your desk burning on the back of his eyelids.
“-because that’s the reason I got fired from my last job. A higher-up would flirt with me and when I rejected him he started to make up rumors about me. That I was trying to sleep my way to the top. My manager didn’t believe me when I told him I refused his advances and kicked me out. I’m so scared that history will repeat itself.”
Jaehyun pats your tears dry softly, swallowing your whimpers with a kiss. He moves his mouth against yours languidly, reassuringly, only stopping when your heartbeat slows down again.
“You should have told me about him sooner. When I see him again I swear to god I’ll-”
“No!”, you plead, taking his face in your hands, “If you confront him it will only make matters worse. I just need one thing from you. You’re head of HR. If Mr. Suh ever asks you about me, will you vouch for me? I know he and Haechan are quite close. I just need someone on my side when push comes to shove.”
“Don’t worry, my love. I got you, I promise.”
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