ⓘ your patience runs thin easily, luckily for you, that’s exactly what myung jaehyun likes.
✶ myung jaehyun x reader ────⠀iwc : degradation kink, anger kink, heavy marking, riding, p in v, unprotected sex ( be safe! ), finger sucking, est, relationship, switch jae, hcs, he’s high key pathetic..
✶ Jaehyun loves you, you have amazing qualities, hard working, not to mention gorgeous, and unbelievably kind. Though, he can’t help but like you just a little more when you have a temper, your tone cold as ice as you speak to him, soon enough he can’t stop the tent from forming in his pants.
✶ He knows how easily it is to make you angry, and god he feels bad for purposely annoying you, but you’re just so hot, he can’t help himself.
✶ He loves when your hands are sitting on your hips, nails digging into your pants, a fierce look on your face. ( He loves it even more when you take it out on him… )
✶ Heavy marking. His neck and chest will be COVERED in bruises. No matter how much it hurts when his stylist has to pad color corrector and foundation onto it ( always with a sigh ), jaehyun adores it, the purple and red coloring his neck just shows how happy he is.
✶ Please choke him, god he will let out the most broken whimpers as you ride him, his cock hitting your best places, you almost forget how angry you were.
✶ Loves when you punish him, the nickname “brat” falling off your tongue. Cockwarming, edging, overstimulation, he’s addicted.
✶ Never begs unless he’s really needy, usually he’s bending at your will, arching into your touch, and agreeing to all the dirty things that come from your mouth.
✶ On the other hand, when he’s desperate, he’s the most pathetic puppy ever. Tears in his eyes, grasping at your hips when you deny him another orgasm, and pleas rolling off his tongue naturally.
✶ His members get lowkey worried when Jaehyun comes to dance practice, neck marked up like he just got out of a cat fight before he got into the building. ( He has to unwillingly admit it was you ) ( big shocker to everyone because you’re such a sweet person )
✶ Denying him the right to eat you out when you’re really angry. Almost cries when you hover over him, fingering yourself, god he wishes your fingers were his.
✶ Making him suck your fingers, his eyes instantly roll back into his head. You shove your digits into his mouth, biting your lip as he gags around them.
✶ But of course you take care of him so well afterwards ( even if you’re still a little pissed off at him. )
✶ Though there’s a side of him that grows cocky sometimes, your anger suddenly becoming adorable.
✶ “So angry, for what? Did I really make you that mad?” He’ll coo in your ear, his hands pawing at your hips as you slowly melt into his touch.
✶ Yes he will fuck the anger out of you.. You will leave that bedroom forgetting why you even yelled in the first place.
✶ Overstimulating you while treating you like a princess, it’s almost like he’s saying sorry while also trying to make you forget why you’re angry. ( It works like a charm. )
✶ You’ll be on your 3rd orgasm, and Jaehyun’s face will still be buried in your cunt, lapping your juices, nose nudging your clit. Of course, you’re nowhere close to being done, not when your hole is begging for attention.
✶ No matter how mean you can get, Jaehyun will never not be into your anger.
a / n : finally getting to a req… hi guys.. HOPE U ENJOY ANON <33
ⓘ how easily your boyfriend makes you fold / how quick you make him fold .
✶ kim donghyun x reader ────⠀iwc : suggestive , doesn’t go to pure nsfw , teasing , skinship , hickeys , wc 800 ( 400 for each scenario )
✶ WHEN HE MAKES YOU FOLD
Your boyfriend’s charm is no secret to you, it’s how you both got together in the first place. Lingering touches that make your stomach flip, and big eyes that look down into yours when you’re the most vulnerable.
You’re sitting at your desk, your back aching from working for hours. Though, this group project has to get done one way or another, and you necessarily don’t trust your partners because of how slow they work.
In fact, you’re so engrossed with your laptop you don’t even hear the door to your bedroom opening, nor do you notice your boyfriend shuffling across the room. You softly gasp once you feel arms wrapping around your neck. Donghyun hums and rests his chin on the top of your head, peering at your laptop.
“Hi.”
He breathes, your posture relaxes once you realize who’s behind you. Your hands come up to his arms, tracing small shapes on the bare skin.
“Hey you.”
After responding, you go back to the original task, your group project.
“How long have you been working at this?”
Your boyfriend questions from above you, not moving from his comfortable position. Your eyes drift over to the time at the corner of the screen, surprised when you notice that you’ve been typing for more than 3 hours.
“Uh.. more than 3 hours I think, but I need to get this done.”
You choose to be honest, after all Donghyun would call you out very quickly if you lied. You hear him grunt from above you. His hands move to your shoulders, massaging the kinks out of them. You instantly lean into his touch, a soft sigh exiting your lips.
“Why don’t you take a break for a bit? Y’know I really missed you…”
He whines, kissing the crown of your head. You feel bad, you really do, but you also want to get this project out of the way so you can focus on other classes and have more free time.
“Sorry handsome, I can when I finish, okay?”
You try to reason with him, but you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you go that easily. Donghyun switches from massaging your shoulders to playing with the straps of your tank top, his other hand traveling to your arm, finger tips tracing your skin, sending goose bumps up your arm. He grins when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra, but doesn’t make a remark about it.
You on the other hand, are suffering. His touch makes you more weak than you’d like to admit, and right now he’s doing a pretty damn good job at making your stomach flip upside down. A shaky breath slips from you, but you don’t back down easily, you pretend not to be affected, and continue with your research, but he knows better.
“I love this top, makes you look so good..”
Then the compliments start rolling in, you can’t even control the soft whine that exits your lips. He leans down and places a kiss on the side of your neck, slow, teasing, trying to rile you up, and oh god is it working. You unknowingly melt into his touch, biting your lip when he starts trailing kisses down your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to trace your stomach.
“Donghyun..”
You barely manage to speak above a whisper, and your shyness only eggs him on. Donghyun’s teeth sink into your sensitive skin, sucking ever so slightly before kitten licking the bruise he made. A moan is ripped from your throat, and you can only put your head down out of pure embarrassment, your fingers stalling on your keyboard.
“Yes, gorgeous?”
Eventually you give in, his deep voice causes heat to pool in your lower stomach. You slip out of the chair and pull your boyfriend into a heated kiss, pushing him over to the bed desperately.
Your project has been long forgotten, but who cares? You deserve a break anyway.
✶ WHEN YOU MAKE HIM FOLD
You softly huff as you listen to the voices echoing from the tv in front of you, the movie that you and Donghyun put on driving you up the walls in boredom. Your boyfriend on the other hand, is completely engrossed in the screen, eyes intently watching the couple on the screen growing closer.
Your gaze turns to the man next to you, who looks too hot for his own good. His new burgundy hair compliments his face so well, his white t shirt clings to his chest making his biceps pop in a way that has you squirming in your seat.
So of course your hands start to travel, but you don’t say anything, don’t want to interrupt the movie after all! Your nails start at the edge of his knee before slowly traveling up his sweatpants. You don’t fail to notice the way he stiffens, face already turning a soft shade of red. You stop once you reach his thigh, fingers slightly digging into the plush skin. You manage to pull a soft whine out of him, which he prays you don’t notice ( obviously, you did ).
“You okay, pretty boy?”
You whisper into his ear, teeth grazing the lobe. Donghyun bites his lip and nods, staying silent for the sake of his sanity. A satisfied smile spreads across your face, much to his dismay. You caress his thigh and rest your head onto his shoulder, softly peppering kisses on the side of his neck.
Donghyun opens his mouth, trying to say something, anything that will make you stop teasing him, but he knows well he doesn’t want you to pull away. You love how he submits to your touch so easily, how worked up he can get after a few soft caresses.
You move up, hand inches away from his growing erection, but you don’t give him what he wants, instead you stay idle, relishing the whimper that you ripped from his throat.
Finally, after a few more lingering touches and the moaning from the couple on the screen, he grabs your wrist, hot, bothered, face red and breathing hard, almost like you took the oxygen from his lungs when you started toying with him.
“God— Please touch me more..”
He chokes out, his big eyes glistening from how desperate he is.
“There you go, all you needed was to ask.”
Pretty soon, lewd sounds fill your living room, this time not coming from the tv.
hey guys i’malibe… requests are being worked on don’t think I forgot about all of u!
ⓘ As the goddess of love, it's your duty to be kind, be patient, and above all things, to find it in your heart to forgive mistakes. But when self-proclaimed genius director ( and infamous pain in the rear ) Park Sungho decides to botch your entire personality for his tacky kdrama, you decide to give the human world a little visit to show them exactly what it means to be at the mercy of a god's wrath.
✹ STARRING : Park Sungho x Fem ! Goddess ! Reader ( FEAT. BOYNEXTDOOR, Rei from Ive, Kazuha from lessarafim and Danielle Marsh )
✹ GENRE(S) : drama , mythological , fluff , strangers to lovers , crack , smau + written ( with other elements added as well )
✹ WARNINGS DO APPLY : suggestiveness, drug use ( smoking ), alcohol consumption , mature themes , playful banter , kys/kms jokes , toxicity
ⓘ new year new moe ( hopefully ) , here are some things to expect from my blog / ao3 coming up ! and some resolutions 🤍
⠀ ─── ⠀ fics
ⓘ Han Dongmin can't get over you, from your pretty face to your personality. Some part of him wishes you feel the same, instead he yearns until you reach out to him first. Wait, you reached out to him ? ?
𝒞. fem reader x han taesan angst exes to lovers ౨ৎ hurt and comfort suggestive uni au alcohol consumption
⌕ wc 5.2k
ⓘ one singular spider bite changed kim woonhak’s life, for the better or worse ? He can’t answer that question. What he does know, though, is that he has a wonderful girlfriend and a city to protect .
𝒞. fem reader x kim woonhak superhero au mild suggestiveness angst hurt with some comfort major character death violence action fluff skin ship series
⌕ wc 20k+
ⓘ your best friend ahn keonho has been very protective you since you were kids, everyone always said you two are a good match, you didn’t see it until now.
𝒞. fem reader x ahn keonho jealousy fluff small town au friends to lovers skin ship first kiss
⌕ wc 5k
ⓘ han dongmin has a normal life, at least that’s what he likes to think, everybody hides an alien that crash landed onto earth in their closet too right ?
𝒞. kim donghyun x han dongmin alíen lh au supernatrual fluff angst hurt and comfort skin ship. strangers to lovers uni au ao3 slow burn ( nsfw scenes will be included! read at your own risk. )
⌕ wc 48k
⠀ ─── ⠀ other fic(s)
✹ chemistry — myung jaehyun
𝒞. Myung Jaehyun, the well known jock in your school somehow ends up in your accelerated chemistry class. When he’s on the brink of failing and losing his spot on the basketball team, he comes to you, practically begging to be tutored. Somehow, your chemistry is stronger than any of the bonds you’ll read about.
✹ kissed by the trumpet — park sungho
𝒞. Park Sungho has never believed in love at first sight, that’s until he lays his eyes on you at LA’s most prestigious party.
✹ you look perfect, you look different — martin edwards
𝒞. It’s been a year and 6 months since you and Martin broke up for the sake of his idol career, a year and 6 months of a depressive episode that you can’t seem to get yourself out of. You never can seem to contact him again despite your best efforts, until one day your friend invites you to a cortis concert in busan.
✹ we can’t save the world — lee riwoo
𝒞. People afflicted with supernatural abilities have been feared, harassed and ridiculed for as long as you can remember. Though, once your world faces the possibility of doom, can you and Riwoo do anything to stop it?
⠀ ─── ⠀ smau(s)
✹ FINISH the boy next door — kim donghyun
✹ FINISH 10 reasons why I hate you — han dongmin
⠀ ─── ⠀ drabbles / hc(s)
✹ summer isn’t over yet — ot6 bnd
✹ lover won’t you come over — ot6 bnd
✹ aren’t you just nervous? — ot6 bnd
✹ kiss me silly — kim donghyun
✹ smeared lipstick — park sungho
✹ the small things — ot6 cortis
⠀ ─── ⠀ other important updates
✹ possible retheme ?
𝒞. lord my blog needs a makeover, and i’m thinking combining jellyfish with woonhak!! (my two favorite things)
✹ writing for tws
𝒞. when I come back from hiatus, i’m going to start making content for tws!! look out for that
✹ pjo collab!
𝒞. top secret planning.. just know it’s coming soon !
✹ closing recs for awhile
𝒞. at least on this account, I want to focus on writing what I want and not having a self given due date and stress over it, so from now on until I’m satisfied with where my work is requests are closed. <3
⠀ ─── ⠀ thank you for your support ! I wouldn’t be here without all of you.
hello there my moemoe, this is your rosy hehe,, may i politely request a fwb leehan BUT he's lowkey mean and knows when you start to catch feelings but like... he just uses it to his advantage? but hey, if u want we can always get back at him and dump his ass in the end (lh we love you this is just my brain being into irl soft boys who i can headcanon as mean boys + this came from me overplaying nobody's son by sabrina one too many times) hehe okay byeeeeee god i can't stop typing this yapperitis is a diseas-
~ ur rosy 🫶🏻🩷😘
ROSY UR SO CUTEEE.. also I live for mean leehan… HERES UR REQ MY ROSY LOVE 🤍
Seemingly sweet Leehan, who always has been leading you on since you began sleeping together. Always kept at an arms length, you eventually get fed up. Though, it only amuses him more.
◞ ʚɞ cw switch leehan, switch reader, fwb dynamic, hand job, angst lowk, hurt and the comfort is sex??, overstimulation m! receiving, bisexual leehan, slight mxm action, gfz sneak
REQUEST (for my rosy love)
WC 2.6k
NOTES holy crap I took so long to formulate this request but it was so WORTH IT.. ROSY WE GET OUR YAOI WE WIN
TAGGING @taestulipss @gentiliana
You don't know what is so enthralling about Kim Donghyun, probably the biggest asshole you know, with his stupid piercings that compliments his face too well, the blonde highlights in his brown hair that makes him even more hot, even to the eyeliner he blurs on his water line that he insists is "guy liner". He'd be the perfect boyfriend if he wasn't a jerk, the perfect boyfriend for you, but it seems that it's one sided. Cause why wouldn't the man who you allow to see you bare and vulnerable love you as well?
You hate him, at least you tell yourself that. In reality you're absolutely obsessed with him. You consider blocking him all the time, but he somehow always worms yourself back into your life with a little "Lets meet up, sweetheart." and you instantly fold. He knows your weak points, and exploits them for all they're worth, and you just can't get enough of it. Not when he's ignoring you like you're a stranger, nor when his words are harsh and unwarrented, you can't help your want— your need for him.
You told yourself today was the day you would end things off with Donghyun, but unfortunately, like always, he ended up in your apartment, talking so sweetly you want to rip your ears off of your head. But you listen, somehow understanding the excuses that fall from his lips- pretty and pink, plump from whatever products he uses, almost begging you to kiss—
"Are you even listening to me?"
You're get pulled out of your trance quickly, your eyes meeting with Donghyun's sly expression, lips pulled up into a smirk. You scoff and look away, trying to ignore how his eyes are burning into your soul, affectively making you fold. He approaches you further, invading your space like he belongs there. You try to ignore the way your body reacts to the little touches he provides, your hips jerking as he rests his hands on them, causing him to giggle.
"Cause I could've sworn you were staring at my lips."
He says confidently, you hate how he's so sure of himself. Still, you let him tease you, pull on your delicate heart strings so easily, because he was oh so hot while doing it. You roll your eyes, a smile finding its way to your face. You rest your hands on his chest, your gaze stuck on your fingers, you couldn't find it in yourself to look at him, not if you wanted to stay sane.
"I was listening."
You manage to say, your eyes finally meeting his. He has a way with making you melt, especially with those big brown eyes of his. The second he tilts his head, his eyes squiting from the smile on his face, you lose it, completely forgetting about how mad you were earlier, no matter how valid it was. You mutter a curse under your breath before smashing your lips onto Donghyun's, relishing the moan that falls from his mouth. He kneads the flesh of your hips, pulling you closer to his chest as he deepens the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips, and you already know that he's happy because he succesfully made you stumble back into his life with a few simple comments.
The fact that he's actively sleeping with other girls slips your mind, you both are only friends with benefits after all, why should you care? Still, you can't help but pretend he's your boyfriend as you kiss him silly, your hands drifting under his shirt, finger tips tracing his abs eagerly.
Donghyun's fingers play with your bra clasp, teasing you, not fully comitting. It's nothing you aren't used to, story of your relationship. Donghyun doesn't fully commit, so you have to take initiative. You move his hand up to your clasp once more, grunting into his mouth so he gets the message.
He finally unhooks your bra, breaking off the kiss so he can lift your shirt over your head, his gaze gluing to your chest as your bra falls to the ground.
"Shit.. you're beautiful."
Donghyun says, barely over a whisper. You whimper as his cold hands make contact with your bare skin, his lips hot on your neck, nipping at the places that make you the weakest. Something about this feels wrong, easily giving into him after you were blinded with rage. Unfortunately, you can't help your attraction to him, your addiction to his silky sweet tone as he makes you believe another one of his lies. It's so toxic, this whole friends with benefits thing you started because of one stupid hookup at Taesan's. Your mental health dwindles slowly as you continue your fling, the only distraction you have is work, and of course when he's feeling you up like you mean something to him.
You're pulled out of your thoughts when his hand travels under your sweatpants, tapping your clothed clit. You grab onto his biceps, biting your lip to contain the pathetic moan that's threatening to spill out. He presses your back into the dining room table, that same stupid smirk painting his face. A gasp comes from you as he pulls your panties to the side, instantly pushing two fingers past your folds.
"Shit, you're tight."
You throw your head back against the wood as he stretches you out, soft grunts falling from his perfect lips while you pulse around his fingers. Times like this, when he focuses on your pleasure rather than his own has you turning into putty in his hands, pathetic for a man who generally doesn't give you the time of day, but oh does it feel good. You keep a good grip on his arm, nails pushing into his skin when he curls in just the right places. You almost want to tell him to stop, be mad at him all over again.
"So wet for me sweetheart, have you been waiting for this?"
Then he says things like that, in a sickeningly sweet done that makes your mind spin. You decide to keep your mouth shut, you've already humilated yourself enough.
Right when you're about to cum, your orgasm bubbling up in your stomach, his phone starts buzzing and he instantly pulls away. You groan out of frustration as he pulls it out his pocket, answering as soon as he sees the contact name.
"Dongmin-ah?"
You roll your eyes, Dongmin. You swear he'd rather fuck him than you. Always bending over backwards for him, answering to his beck and call like a pathetic puppy, it makes you jealous without fail everytime. You regain the strength in your body and push yourself off the table, and suddenly you remember exactly why you're upset at Donghyun. You glare daggers into his soul as he smiles from ear to ear, seemingly drinking in everything that his best friend has to say.
Suddenly, he looks at you with light in his eyes. You can't tell what he's thinking, but you can almost sense that you won't like whatever is about to come out of his mouth.
"Party you say? Hey, can I invite y/n?"
He snickers in your face as you sigh, He places his phone on the table and leaves it on speaker. Donghyun picks up your bra and shirt and eagerly hands it to you, that horribly cute smile lingering on his face as he urges you to take it.
"Yeah, of course."
Dongmin responds froom the other side of the line, voice soft, it's always soft when he's talking to your sleeping buddy. You snatch the clothes from his hands and turn towards your bedroom.
"I'll pick you up in 30 yeah? and uh, sorry for earlier. See you soon."
"Yeah, I'll see you."
You manage to call out, tears surprisingly not stinging your eyes like usual.
30 minutes felt like an hour, and even though you really don't want to go to Dongmin's party, you still dolled yourself up in hopes you can steal Donghyun's attention tonight. Black short shorts, a lacy white shirt paired with a black leather coat, and of course a full face. You dab your dark lipstick as you head down to Donghyun's car, heels clicking harshly against the ground.
"Hey sweetheart."
Donghyun speaks up as you enter his car, eyes trailing up your body until they make it to your eyes, dark brown saucers burning into your soul. You scoff with a smile on your face, muttering a small "thank you" before buckling.
Now it's your turn to look at his outfit as he drives off, and of course he's dressed like an absolute slut. A sparkly short sleeved top that shows off his biceps amazingly, also baggy jeans with his underwear peaking out, the word "orgasm" sewn into them, and why wouldn't his stomach is peaking out as well? You almost want to claw your eyes out thinking about how many people are gonna be looking at him in a way you want reserved for yourself, unfortunately you have no control over that.
So instead, you take his hand and place it on your thigh as you drive over to Dongmin's house, his thumb instantly caressing your bare skin. The car ride is reletively short, but filled with small talk. He goes on about how his fish are doing and you pretend to understand the word vomit falling from his lips, but to no avail.
You're brought back to reality when he parks the car, Donghyun pats your thigh and unbuckles your seat belt before slipping out of his car and speedwalking over to your side, opening the door for you. You hate the way your face heats up.
Once you enter the party, everything becomes a blur quickly, especially since you made your way to the alcohol right as you stepped foot into the house. You don't even realize Donghyun disapearing away from you as well, it's not like it's irregular, he always finds his way to someone else no matter how much you dislike it. After some light chatter with mutual friends, you finally realize the absence of Donghyun.
"Sorry, have you guys seen Donghyun?"
You ask, trying to ignore the pitiful looks Sanghyeok and Sungho exchange. The shorter man bites his lip, as if he's thinking about how to answer you, and Sungho can only look down at his feet, perhaps too much of a coward to actually tell you the truth.
"Probably with Dongmin, I saw them together earlier."
Sanghyeok answers you after a long pause, a nervous look painting his face. Your stomach drops to the pits of your body, and suddenly dots start connecting. You try not to let suspicion eat you alive, but you're already turning on your heel and searching for your "friend" in the crowd, not bothering to bid the other two goodbye. And it doesn't take long for you to find him either, as he's grinding his hips down onto his best friend, Dongmin, right in front of your face. You watch him, like you're in some trance. You notice how his hand rests so delicately on the other man's face, how his hips sway like he's done this multiple times before, just what have you missed at these parties? Has Dongmin been the one who he's being seeing under your nose? You have so many questions, yet no time for them to be answered. The icing on the cake is Dongmin's expression, he bites his lip, dialted pupils focused on his best friend, cheeks red. Maybe they're both too drunk to realize, or maybe this is their favorite past time, but you don't care to know. Blinded with anger, you storm over to the couple in front of you.
Donghyun's eyes widen as he sees you, quickly moving off the man behind him. You stop in front of him, and instead of blowing up in his face like you deserve to, you drag him off into the bathroom nearby, pushing him against the door. You scoff as a whine falls from his lips, his hands wrapping around your forearms to stable himself.
"Please, y/n— sweetheart. Let me explain myself."
His mouth falls open with a pathetic moan as you grope him over his jeans, the hips that previously grinded on his best friend bucking up into your palm.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
You tone is harsh, so mean that it has his knees threatening to buckle underneath him. Your fingers slip under his boxers, and with a swift tug you expose his cock. You almost laugh at how hard he is with only a few simple touches from you, without warning you start pumping his length, earning you a string of curses and a few small whimpers from Donghyun.
"I— We— Fuck.. I was just being stupid— didn't mean.. it."
He's out of breath as he spit balls more excuses, ones that you're way too familiar with. You pick up your pace as he lies, his head bumps against the door as he throws it back, your hand making him feel a little too good.
"We're drunk— drunk! You know? Ah— drunk.."
"So drunk you decide to grind on him?"
You question, thumb caressing his slit. This time it's your turn to smirk as he slowly gets reduced to a moaning mess, your interrigating turning him on more than he'd like to admit.
"Please, it was just a mistake— a joke! Shit sweetheart!"
His legs shake under your touch, hair covering his eyes as he tries to give you the puppy dog eyes that always make you fold. Though, when you give him a death glare that almost embarassingly makes him cum right then and there, he knows it's a lost cause. So he takes the punishment you're dishing out, enjoying every ounce of anger you take out on him. For a minute you don't say anything, rather you kiss him while you work him to his orgasm. When that relief crashes over his body, he expects you to stop, but you don't, still stroking his dick not slowing down your pace.
You bite your lip as Donghyun reduces to pathetic whimpers, his hair somehow a mess even if it was left untouched.
"This has me wondering, is Dongmin the one who you've been also seeing?"
You get your answer when he bucks into your palm, tears brimming his eyes as you try to coax another orgasm out of him. Donghyun now understands that you won't stop until he tells you the truth, and even if he wants to explore his limits, he can't get caught looking this weak in public, especially in his best friend's bathroom. So he can only weakly nod, words not formulating in his brain from the pleasure you're giving him, all he can think about is how good you're making him feel, and how sexy you look doing it.
Finally, you're satisfied with the answer given to you. Your lips crash onto his neck, licking his adams apple as you increase your pace. Tears roll down his face, the eyeliner under his eyes running down so prettily. When his cum paints your hand, you give him a peck on the lips, before looking him right in the eye and licking his fluids clean off of your hand. Donghyun chokes out a whine.
You grin as someone knocks on the door, and watch as the man in front of you scrambles to get dressed once more, completely forgetting about his disheveled state.
"Donghyun-ah? Are you guys alright?"
Dongmin calls softly from the other side, and you almost relish the way that Donghyun's face drops. You hook your arm around his, a disgustingly sweet look paitning your face as he opens the door.
"Don't worry, I'll leave you two alone."
You slip out the bathroom, acting like you didn't just ruin Donghyun like nothing. And in the end, you get what you've wanted for so long, because Donghyun's mind and eyes haven't left you since.
cont ──── desperate sex, makeout, skin ship, no power dynamics, mini
soft make out sessions with jaehyun that never fail to turn into him rutting into you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, with his jaw dropped open, pathetic noises escaping.
the second your lips connect, he’s already wanting more. Your fingers slip under his top, grazing the sensitive skin above his sweatpants, an action that has him melting into you.
with a few simple touches, you have your boyfriend under a trance. He stares at you with hooded eyes, his lips swollen.
“Can we, please?”
he whispers in your ear, whining under his breath as you move to kiss him again, he practically chases after your lips.
and of course it doesn’t take much convincing for him to have you face down on the couch, ramming into your poor pussy, drooling on the cushions.
my moey pie ilysm happyyyyy newwwww yearrrrr giggling im super happy to have gotten to know ur bright sweet soul and that you're one of the few people i talk to so often! despite the rough start, i couldn't be any more glad that we are as close as we are now 🤧 ur ideas are so cute and i have sm fun just reading through ur yaps (even the ones with rosy, and even if im not very present during the convos) !!! ur also so cute, and also ur rs is so cute to hear about augh ur my babeh mwah TAKE CARE AND HAVE A GOOOODDDDD 2026! - kati, @ilysungho <3
MY KATI LOVE!! <33 I am so happy to have you in my life!! Talking to you and listening to your amazing ideas is literally the best part of my day I absolutely adore talking to you and rosy about the most randomness everyday <333
ur even more cutieful I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH U ARE MY POOKIE 🤍🤍🤍🤍 thank you for indulging in my wacky aus and random thoughts I have all the time you really are the absolute best 🤍🫰🫰🫰🫰
◞ ʚɞ cw phone sex, nudes, you both are gamers, and lowk losers, masterbation, perv sungho(?), dom sungho
internet boyfriend ! sungho who you met over valorant, subtly flirting with you as the game progressed.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who didn’t waste time asking for your discord, and a few other games for the night. (he got addicted to the sound of your voice instantly.)
internet boyfriend ! sungho who started crushing on you instantly but kept it a secret.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who asked you to play games almost every night to hear your pretty voice.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who muted his mic every time you yelled at a teammate, pumping his length with breathy moans. (He can’t help that your anger turns him on!!)
internet boyfriend ! sungho who was surprised when you confessed first. He watched you with wide eyes as you bit your finger out of nervousness.
nudes. he loves looking at your bare body, wishing he could touch you in person and make you feel good.
Instead he resorts to guiding you on call, with a sugary sweet tone that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
He gets so frustrated not being able to finger you himself, he bites his lip watching you pleasure yourself, wondering what sweet spots you have, where you’re most sensitive, he drives himself crazy.
Phone sex after a particularly bad game, you both are riled up and need to blow off some steam. What could be better than listening to your boyfriend groaning so prettily over the phone and watching his hair fall perfectly over his eyes as he works himself up?
internet boyfriend ! sungho who starts spoiling you like crazy. He sends you lingerie sets with the only condition that you send him a photo of you in it.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who teases you during a game, whispering dirty things into his microphone just as you’re trying to clutch a game. He loves seeing your character in game pause along with a shy “shut up” falling from your lips.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who adores matching profiles with you on discord. He also has your initial in his bio on all socials.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who begs you to meet up, how can you say no to your precious boyfriend?
and when he finally visits.. holy shit does he rock your world. His usual gentle demeanor vanishes as soon as your lips collide, his hands instantly kneading harshly into the fat of your hips.
fucks you like he’s in heat, heavily cursing under his breath as he stretches you out like nothing. Not being able to touch you for 5 long months drove him up the wall, of course he’s gonna relish every moment.
internet boyfriend ! sungho who fucks you till you cry but is such a loving partner outside of that, best thing valorant could’ve brought to you!
a/n : hey guys! some short headcanons while I work on reqs (sorry for the wait on some) love u all!
◞ ʚɞ PAIRING : myung jaehyun x stripper ! reader (feat. yunjin from le sserafim)
SYN : Your only two rules as a stripper is to 1. never let a random man hit and 2. under no circumstance fall in love with a client, those were your two rules until myung jaehyun started to frequent at your job. (happy birthday myungjae!)
WARNINGS : strip club, drug usage, alcohol consumption, strangers to it's complicated, heavy topics, mental health topics, reader is financially struggling, angst(?), lap dances, grinding, penetration, p in v, unprotected sex, choking, heavy makeout, drunk sex, semi public sex, barely proofread 💔
PLAYLIST : pyramids , frank ocean — novacane , frank ocean — trouble , frank ocean — coming down , the weekend — c u girl , steve lacy — make me a better man , malcolm todd
WC — 4.3k
Breathe in, and blow out.
You wave away the smoke that emits from your mouth, clearing your throat as the taste of cigarettes burns it. The cold bites the bare skin that your furry coat doesn't cover, the wind effectively making you shiver every time it blows your way. No matter how cold the city is, your break time outside feels like heaven. Away from the comotion inside, the DJ blasting popular music that everyone mindlessly jams to, the overwhelming smell of smoke and alcohol, and most of all, your job.
Out here, in the shittiest alleyway in Busan, it's your haven. Nobody can bother you out here; alone time is something a stripper wishes for daily. Luckily, you found your own little spot before you went crazy from all the touching you do. You rest your head against the brick wall behind you and take another drag, letting the smoke blow out your nose, leaving your nostrils tingling.
Just as you embrace the silence apart from the beeping and city life quiet in the background, the door opens behind you, and it's your boss. A sigh falls from your lips as you drop your cigarette onto the ground and stomp it out with your heel.
"Breaks over, sweetheart."
She says, before disappearing back into the club, leaving the door open for you. You take a minute to recoup yourself before following after, closing the door behind you with a gentle kick. You stand in the doorway, watching your coworkers touch themselves up, fixing their costumes, and reapplying makeup. Your nose scrunches at the smell of burnt hair and spray, but still you enter the room and mindlessly wander towards your own desk, knowing you have some retouching to do as well.
You slip off your fur coat and hang it up on the rack beside your workspace. You sit down and stare at yourself in the mirror. You don't recognize yourself with all the makeup pounded on your face, and your hair done up. Not too long ago, you planned to go to law school, get your degree, and be a successful lawyer. It's what your parents wanted for your future, and for a while, you thrived in college. That's until you started abusing alcohol every weekend, until you got a boyfriend, you chewed you out whenever you dared to breathe in the wrong way, until your friend group crumbled around you, leaving you alone and depressed.
You delved further into your habit and ended up in a hospital for alcohol poisoning. That ended up with you getting kicked out of school, and eventually, you landed here, working at a strip club, and relying on tips to get through life. You purse your lips and reapply dark red lipstick, and then cover it in gloss.
"You okay, babe?"
Yunjin's voice echoes through your ears, bringing you back to reality. You glance at the vanity beside you, your eyes meeting your concerned friend. You think before answering. How do you truly answer that question? To be safe, you offer her a shrug.
"I'll be okay."
You play your cards carefully, trying to sound as nonchalant as you can. Your answer seems to satisfy Yunjin, her previous frown turning into a smile.
"You seem spaced out, is all. I guess that's the usual."
You giggle lightly at her words and return to staring at your reflection. You didn't know your feelings were that easy to pick up on, but she isn't wrong. Your eyes are dull, the previous light that illuminated them absent. Behind the curtain, your lips are always curved into a frown, and your speech is limited when talking to your coworkers. Now that you think about it, it's apparent you aren't doing well.
You could dive deeper into your clouded mind, but your boss storms through the room, yelling for everyone to get on the floor. Yunjin rolls her eyes and gives you a pat on the shoulder before leaving you alone. You clean up your area as everyone files out of the room, and soon you also exit.
You squint at the blinding lights filling the club; you don't give your eyes the time to adjust as you shuffle towards the bar, preparing to serve drinks. You put on your best smile as you weave through the people in front of you, before finally reaching the bar. You lean against the counter and watch as the bartender rushes around her work area, pouring drinks with ease and mixing cocktails. You shine her a grin as she slides a tray full of drinks towards you.
"Be careful out there tonight, okay? This goes to table 4, here's the receipt."
You nod and take the tray, cautiously making your way over to the corner of the club where table 4 is located. Once you start approaching the table, you make out six men sitting around the circle of mahogany, all of them look to be around your age. One, however, catches your eye the most. He's gorgeous, with plump lips, messy black hair, and the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen a man have. You notice he's wearing a "Birthday Girl" tiara, loud and proud. His appearance pulls you in, to say the least, and you find yourself staring as you walk in front of the table.
"Hi cuties, here's your drinks."
You say smoothly, your eyes leaving the pretty boy sitting in the center as you read off their drink orders, and hand everyone their correct cocktail. Finally, you lend the birthday boy his drink, catching his eye as your hands brush in the exchange.
"Y'know, I think you're really beautiful."
His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you can't ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks under his sly tone. Still, you maintain your composure, your seductive smile never faltering, even under the intense eye contact.
"Really?"
You tilt your head and lean into your hip. You examine him closely, almost trying to read his mind through his expression. Unfortunately, his poker face stays strong. He leans on his elbows and mimics you, tilting his head like a dog.
"Really."
You have to hold yourself back from jumping over the table and taking a bite out of him, his confidence affecting you more than you'd like to admit. You notice his small dimples as he grins at you, cute yet charming. Every feature you discover attracts you closer to him, almost like he's a siren luring you into his lair.
"Then why don't you buy a dance with me, birthday boy?"
You reach over the table and pluck the cherry from his drink, before popping it in your mouth with a wink. And for a split second, when the lights illuminate his face, you swear his cheeks are bright red. You leave the table to return to your job, but you don't ignore the sudden commotion coming from behind you after you turn your back.
You continue your night like usual, serving drinks, making conversation with people who come up to you, and of course, passing by that gorgeous boy's table just to tease him. You wonder if he's actually going to buy a dance with you, somewhere deep inside of you, hopes he does. You can't get his face out of your head, not when you flirt with other men around the club, not even when you disappear into private rooms with clients. You imagine him as you sway your hips down onto many laps, pretend it's his skin your acrylics are tracing.
He didn't even do much, and he's managed to plague your mind as no one else has before. How annoying is that?
It's nearing the end of your shift, and the hope previously fueling your adrenaline dissipates. You sigh as you stroll towards the host stand, leaning on it. Yunjin glances towards you before shuffling through the papers in front of her.
"Some pretty boy requested you, I think he booked room 4."
As soon as she utters the words "pretty boy", the buzzers in your head ring like crazy. You whip your head around towards the hallway, and you spot him. The gorgeous man with puppy eyes and a stupid tiara on his head, walking into the corridor.
"What a great way to end a shift.."
You mutter before sauntering over to the rooms, following slowly after your "dream man", watching with lidded eyes as he enters room 4. Sure enough, your prayers have been answered. As you approach the door, you can't help the nervousness bubbling in your stomach. You place your hand on the knob and enter, your eyes instantly meeting. You relish the smile that blooms on his face once he spots you as you shut the door with your back, your hands anxiously smoothing down your uniform as you glide towards him.
"Took you long enough."
Your voice lowers, your tone silky as the words leave your lips. He lightly chuckles and spreads his legs further open as you continue to close the distance between the two of you. You stand between his knees, your bare thighs brushing against the ripped denim. Your hands rest on his shoulders. He looks up, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Thought I'd keep you on your toes."
Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer to you by your hips, thumbs brushing against the skin of your sides, causing goose bumps to spread. Your confidence almost falters until you feel his hands shaking against your body, then everything unfolds. You notice the small bead of sweat falling from his forehead, a slight twitch in his lips, and you even pick up on the smallest details, such as how dilated his pupils really are.
"You nervous, birthday boy?"
You catch him off guard, his eyebrows raise, and his grip on your waist loosens. You smirk as you adjust his silver chain, your fingers brushing against his adams apple, causing him to gulp. Then your brain finally wraps around the situation. This must be his first time with a dancer.
Your hands travel to his knees, coaxing him to close the gap between his legs slightly so you can lower yourself onto his lap. He stares at you through his eyelashes, his lips glued together as you smooth down his face and to his chest, caressing him through his shirt.
"Are you always this much of a tease?"
He whispers, his voice thick as honey. You quirk an eyebrow as you begin to move your hips, slowly dancing to the muffled music pounding at the walls. He exhales as you move, hands darting to your arms, his pupils fixated on his lap, mainly the way your hips move against him so naturally.
"No, but you're cute. So, I guess you're special."
That earns you a smile, an expression that causes heat to pool in your stomach, wetness coating the area between your legs as you continue the lap dance. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, letting you do your own thing. You feel his erection against you, perfectly aligned with your clit, unfortunately, it wasn't enough pressure for you to feel anything. You breathe deeply as the music takes over your body, you caress the man up and down, your hands settling on the sides of his neck, one coming up to trail down his jaw line. He stutters under you, trying to keep up with the affection you're overwhelming him with.
"You getting worked up, beautiful?"
The question makes your mind all fuzzy; you don't even notice the color staining your cheeks, and your unusual breath pattern. Without thinking, you look towards the camera, blinking red in the corner of the room. Your attention returns to the panting boy under you, your eyes fixated on his perfectly pink lips. Your fingers hook around the collar of his shirt, and slowly you pull him towards you. You can feel his breath against your face, hot and bothered. The distance between you is small, the gap separating your lips threatening to close. Just as you're about to kiss him, there's a knock on the door, and you instantly know that times up. You retract yourself away from him with a disappointed sigh, and you can tell he's feeling the same, shifting uncomfortably under you as you slide off his lap.
You don't even have the words, your plan getting cut short as you hear another knock getting delivered to the door. You can only offer him a sorry smile as you turn your back towards him, dragging your heels against the floor as you approach the exit. Though a tug on your wrist stops you from leaving. You turn around, your eyebrows furrowing curiously.
"My name is Myung Jaehyun—"
He quickly says, his grip leaving your wrist. For a minute, you stare at him in silence until a smile returns to your face. You fully face your body towards him, and once again, you invade his personal space. Your fingertips drag down his arm, and you drink in how he instantly melts under your touch, leaning into you almost like it's a rediscovered habit.
"Well, Myung Jaehyun. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."
You leave him with those words before leaving the room, and Jaehyun alone with his thoughts. It feels alien returning to the buzzing nightlife outside of private room 4. You brush stray hairs behind your ear as you wrap up your shift, you finish bussing tables and saying your goodbyes to regulars, and finally return to the dressing room behind the stage curtains.
You take your first deep breath of solitude, ignoring the girls buzzing around you, either clocking in to their shift or packing to leave. Your fingers run through your hair, filled with hairspray. You grab your coat and then your bag, and clock out. You expect relief to wash over your body like it usually does, but instead, a feeling of loneliness replaces it. You haven't even begun to process the effect that Jaehyun has on you; needless to say, you've been put under a spell, and you aren't sure how to feel about it.
You flick your sunglasses open as you exit the club, heels clicking against the concrete as you head towards your car. You throw your bag into the passenger seat and climb into the driver's side, starting up your car. You don't wait for your car to warm up; instead, instantly leaving the parking lot. You drive home in silence, your ears desiring the quiet, the music in the club practically blasted your eardrums open.
The ritual is the same.
You pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex, trek through the cold and snow to the entrance, walk up the impossible amount of stairs instead of using the elevator that's one step away from completely shutting down, and enter your small, yet cozy apartment. You hang up your coat and throw your bag somewhere on the ground, along with your sunglasses.
The stillness of your home swallows you whole, an uneasy feeling nicking you in the heart. You think about tonight, the moment that happened not even an hour ago, Jaehyun. The one rule you've had for yourself since you started your job has been broken, to something stupid, love at first sight. You refused to fall in love with any of your clients, but how could you not fall in love with his charm and pretty face? You shake your head and start your shower, discarding your clothes and stepping into the lukewarm water, relishing the warmth against your skin as the water falls on you.
The next few shifts went as so;
The first shift after your first encounter, Jaehyun came to visit. Except this time, he was alone, but still flirtatious as ever. You exchanged words, looks, and tension between you both was as high as ever. Though this time he didn't book another dance with you, it was his turn to tease you, and it worked a little too well. You watched him leave with crossed arms and a frown apparent on your face.
The second shift, he came again, still alone. He actually manned up and asked for your number, to which you "discreetly" slipped to him on a napkin. You fixated on the way a grin grew on his face, and once more, he left without booking another session with you, this time making sure his shoulder brushed against yours as he walked out. He knows the effect he has on you, and it's driving you mad.
The third shift, you already knew he was coming from a previous text exchange, and as always, you made sure you were the one to get his table. He didn't hesitate to comment on how desperate you were, just to rile you up, and why wouldn't it work? You glared daggers at him, your look practically piercing through his soul as he nervously laughed, putting his hands up in defeat.
Yet again, he failed to book a dance with you; this time, he left after whispering a goodbye into your ear, with the deepest voice he could muster. You bit your lip and held yourself back from dragging him back into the club. You watched with bated breath as he exited, his walk a little too confident for your liking.
By the fourth shift, you're absolutely frustrated, and it's very apparent. The way your teeth grit when something minuscule goes wrong, your eyebrows are never not furrowed, and you bite back when people give you shit instead of killing them with kindness. It gets so bad that Yunjin pulls you aside into the bathroom, and you sigh, crossing your arms and refusing to make eye contact with the woman in front of you. She forces you to look at her, cupping your cheeks and turning your head towards her. You expected her to be mad at you, rather her face is contorted with worry.
Your facial expression falters, and the tightness in your face fades away.
"What's the matter with you lately? Is it that boy you keep getting as a client?"
Yunjin questions you, her tone resembling a mom's. Your breath catches in your throat as she hits the nail on its head instantly. She reads you like a book. So much so, that you can't even deny her words. You let out an exhale in defeat and kick your heel against the tile awkwardly.
"I fucked up and fell in love with a man that I probably can never have, and right now he's keeping me at an arms length and— I just don't know what to do."
The girl in front of you pauses, the frown on her face increasing. Right as she's about to speak, your boss barges into the bathroom and throws up her hands. Yunjin groans and pushes past you and the woman in charge, returning to her duties outside.
"What are you doing??"
"Taking my break."
You answer flatly, before moving around her like Yunjin, before speedwalking towards the dressing room. You pause at your bag, your eyes trained on the vodka bottle peaking out under a sweater. You look around the room before reaching for the bottle, quickly hiding it under your large coat. Fuck it, you think, pushing the door that leads to your little spot outside.
And you drink, gulping down the liquid until it physically hurts to swallow anymore. You tear the bottle away from your lips, noticing you drained half the vodka from it. You don't want to think anymore, but of course, it all catches up with you. You reflect on the text messages Jaehyun has been sending you, the flirting, the promises that have yet to be fulfilled. What gets you the most is that he has yet to book another dance with you. Does he not like you in that way anymore? Tears burn your eyes, which you quickly blink away so you don't ruin your makeup.
Then, your thoughts slowly start to blur, and a warm feeling washes over your body. The alcohol is starting to settle into your system, and you're absolutely loving it.
A buzz from your phone pulls your attention away from the bottle in your hand, a text from Yunjin.
— Your boy toy just requested you, he seems pretty drunk tho
Your eyes widen, and suddenly, your shift completely does a 180. You end your break early and push through the door, stumbling towards your bag and hiding the vodka once again. You hang your coat up and almost trip heading towards the private room, not even stopping to see Yunjin and ask which room you need to enter. You already know the lucky number.
And you guess right, you had no doubts. The door creaks open, and you're met with a drunk Jaehyun, swaying side to side. A silly grin plays across your cheeks as you fall into the door, shutting it behind you. What you don't expect him to do is approach you quickly, his hands pawing at your hips, panting like a dog.
"Please, I need you."
His words make you moan, but as much as you want to fold under his touch, you hesitate, holding a hand against his chest.
"You don't even know my name, Jae."
You whisper his name like a prayer, and he pulls you closer to his chest, closing the distance between you both significantly.
"I will by the time this is over."
And just like you've been dreaming about, his lips crash onto yours with fever. The kiss is hungry and desperate, and you're too drunk to process anything going on, but you're addicted to the feeling. Instinctively, your hips buck up towards him, seeking the pleasure you've been waiting so long for.
He breaks off the kiss, gasping for air. You give him no time to catch his breath, your hand wraps around his throat, and you pull him back into your lips, drinking in the broken whimper that fell from his mouth. He presses you into the door, trapping you between his arms, not that you're complaining. Your other hand travels down to his pants, teasingly tugging at his belt loops. He grunts into your mouth and pulls away again, a line of spit connecting between your lips.
"Turn around, please."
Embarassingly enough, you obey his command right away. You flip your body around and arch your back, your ass pressing into his crotch. How can you deny him? When his voice is so high-pitched it's cracking, a stutter messing up his flow of speech. He whines from behind you, and his fingers hook under the waistband of your booty shorts, making sure he also has a hold on the hem of your panties as well. He pulls the material down to your feet.
Your pussy is practically drooling, Jaehyun's lips part at the sight, eyes wide as saucers as he experimentally drags a finger down your slick, earning a moan from you. You bite your lip in anticipation, the sound of his zipper and his pants falling to his feet rings through your ears, it only makes you wetter. You struggle to stay up against the door, the vodka still burning in your system, your nerves on fire from the gorgeous man behind you and the alcohol.
"Jae, put it in already, goddamnit."
You hate sounding this pathetic, but you've reached a point where you don't care anymore. He folds instantly and slaps his cock against the side of your ass, your hips twitch towards the feeling, and your hole starts clenching around air in anticipation. He aligns himself with your entrance, licking his lips in concentration. Slowly, he pushes into you, gripping onto your waist for support as he bottoms out. Your nails scratch the wood door, your cunt pulsing around him already.
He fits inside of you so perfectly, almost like he belongs there. With a soft whimper, he starts pumping in and out of you, knocking the breath from your lungs like it's nothing. That ache you've been feeling for weeks slowly disappears as he picks up his pace, the alcohol making you both more sensitive than usual. Shameless noises fall from your lips, and you press your cheek against the door for some kind of stability, your legs threatening to give out from under you because of the friction happening behind you. His cock hits places you can't hit yourself; it feels too good.
"Shit, so good.. you feel so good, beautiful!"
Jaehyun's voice echoes from behind you, and suddenly, your previous cravings are satisfied. The man you've been yearning for, desperate, moaning, and inside of you. You couldn't ask for anything more. You huff and puff as his hips slap against your butt, his pace fast but uncoordinated.
"Please, say my name, my name is—"
You croak out, tears straining your eyes as you feel your orgasm approaching. Jaehyun throws his head back and pounds into you, you rock into the door, mascara running down your face as he calls your name out, and it sounds like heaven falling from his lips. Your fingers dig into the wood, keeping you stable as you cum around his cock, a cry following it. Jaehyun follows soon after, pulling out of your cunt and painting your back in white.
And for a minute, you both catch your breath. You weakly turn your body around to face the boy behind you, and you pull him closer, your hands traveling up to his face.
"Jae.."
Your voice barely reaches a whisper. Jaehyun leans into your touch, his puppy eyes lidded and droopy from exhaustion. Your eyes trail to the clock on the other side of the room. You still have over 20 minutes left of your session. You pepper kisses down his face and his neck, biting down on his collarbone. His grip tightens on your waist, biting his lip.
"We still have time for another round."
You offer him a sheepish smile before kissing him once again, pushing him towards the love seat in the room.
And finally, your 2 rules don't matter anymore, not when it comes to Jaehyun.
a/n : with the power of frank ocean moe wrote a whole birthday fic for jaehyun LAWWWD PLSSS ENJOY YHIS AND LMK HOW U LIKE IT GUYS 🤍🤍 Woonhak’s bday fic will be coming soon as well trust..
◞ ʚɞ PAIRING : myung jaehyun x stripper ! reader (feat. yunjin from le sserafim)
SYN : Your only two rules as a stripper is to 1. never let a random man hit and 2. under no circumstance fall in love with a client, those were your two rules until myung jaehyun started to frequent at your job. (happy birthday myungjae!)
WARNINGS : strip club, drug usage, alcohol consumption, strangers to it's complicated, heavy topics, mental health topics, reader is financially struggling, angst(?), lap dances, grinding, penetration, p in v, unprotected sex, choking, heavy makeout, drunk sex, semi public sex, barely proofread 💔
PLAYLIST : pyramids , frank ocean — novacane , frank ocean — trouble , frank ocean — coming down , the weekend — c u girl , steve lacy — make me a better man , malcolm todd
WC — 4.3k
Breathe in, and blow out.
You wave away the smoke that emits from your mouth, clearing your throat as the taste of cigarettes burns it. The cold bites the bare skin that your furry coat doesn't cover, the wind effectively making you shiver every time it blows your way. No matter how cold the city is, your break time outside feels like heaven. Away from the comotion inside, the DJ blasting popular music that everyone mindlessly jams to, the overwhelming smell of smoke and alcohol, and most of all, your job.
Out here, in the shittiest alleyway in Busan, it's your haven. Nobody can bother you out here; alone time is something a stripper wishes for daily. Luckily, you found your own little spot before you went crazy from all the touching you do. You rest your head against the brick wall behind you and take another drag, letting the smoke blow out your nose, leaving your nostrils tingling.
Just as you embrace the silence apart from the beeping and city life quiet in the background, the door opens behind you, and it's your boss. A sigh falls from your lips as you drop your cigarette onto the ground and stomp it out with your heel.
"Breaks over, sweetheart."
She says, before disappearing back into the club, leaving the door open for you. You take a minute to recoup yourself before following after, closing the door behind you with a gentle kick. You stand in the doorway, watching your coworkers touch themselves up, fixing their costumes, and reapplying makeup. Your nose scrunches at the smell of burnt hair and spray, but still you enter the room and mindlessly wander towards your own desk, knowing you have some retouching to do as well.
You slip off your fur coat and hang it up on the rack beside your workspace. You sit down and stare at yourself in the mirror. You don't recognize yourself with all the makeup pounded on your face, and your hair done up. Not too long ago, you planned to go to law school, get your degree, and be a successful lawyer. It's what your parents wanted for your future, and for a while, you thrived in college. That's until you started abusing alcohol every weekend, until you got a boyfriend, you chewed you out whenever you dared to breathe in the wrong way, until your friend group crumbled around you, leaving you alone and depressed.
You delved further into your habit and ended up in a hospital for alcohol poisoning. That ended up with you getting kicked out of school, and eventually, you landed here, working at a strip club, and relying on tips to get through life. You purse your lips and reapply dark red lipstick, and then cover it in gloss.
"You okay, babe?"
Yunjin's voice echoes through your ears, bringing you back to reality. You glance at the vanity beside you, your eyes meeting your concerned friend. You think before answering. How do you truly answer that question? To be safe, you offer her a shrug.
"I'll be okay."
You play your cards carefully, trying to sound as nonchalant as you can. Your answer seems to satisfy Yunjin, her previous frown turning into a smile.
"You seem spaced out, is all. I guess that's the usual."
You giggle lightly at her words and return to staring at your reflection. You didn't know your feelings were that easy to pick up on, but she isn't wrong. Your eyes are dull, the previous light that illuminated them absent. Behind the curtain, your lips are always curved into a frown, and your speech is limited when talking to your coworkers. Now that you think about it, it's apparent you aren't doing well.
You could dive deeper into your clouded mind, but your boss storms through the room, yelling for everyone to get on the floor. Yunjin rolls her eyes and gives you a pat on the shoulder before leaving you alone. You clean up your area as everyone files out of the room, and soon you also exit.
You squint at the blinding lights filling the club; you don't give your eyes the time to adjust as you shuffle towards the bar, preparing to serve drinks. You put on your best smile as you weave through the people in front of you, before finally reaching the bar. You lean against the counter and watch as the bartender rushes around her work area, pouring drinks with ease and mixing cocktails. You shine her a grin as she slides a tray full of drinks towards you.
"Be careful out there tonight, okay? This goes to table 4, here's the receipt."
You nod and take the tray, cautiously making your way over to the corner of the club where table 4 is located. Once you start approaching the table, you make out six men sitting around the circle of mahogany, all of them look to be around your age. One, however, catches your eye the most. He's gorgeous, with plump lips, messy black hair, and the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen a man have. You notice he's wearing a "Birthday Girl" tiara, loud and proud. His appearance pulls you in, to say the least, and you find yourself staring as you walk in front of the table.
"Hi cuties, here's your drinks."
You say smoothly, your eyes leaving the pretty boy sitting in the center as you read off their drink orders, and hand everyone their correct cocktail. Finally, you lend the birthday boy his drink, catching his eye as your hands brush in the exchange.
"Y'know, I think you're really beautiful."
His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you can't ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks under his sly tone. Still, you maintain your composure, your seductive smile never faltering, even under the intense eye contact.
"Really?"
You tilt your head and lean into your hip. You examine him closely, almost trying to read his mind through his expression. Unfortunately, his poker face stays strong. He leans on his elbows and mimics you, tilting his head like a dog.
"Really."
You have to hold yourself back from jumping over the table and taking a bite out of him, his confidence affecting you more than you'd like to admit. You notice his small dimples as he grins at you, cute yet charming. Every feature you discover attracts you closer to him, almost like he's a siren luring you into his lair.
"Then why don't you buy a dance with me, birthday boy?"
You reach over the table and pluck the cherry from his drink, before popping it in your mouth with a wink. And for a split second, when the lights illuminate his face, you swear his cheeks are bright red. You leave the table to return to your job, but you don't ignore the sudden commotion coming from behind you after you turn your back.
You continue your night like usual, serving drinks, making conversation with people who come up to you, and of course, passing by that gorgeous boy's table just to tease him. You wonder if he's actually going to buy a dance with you, somewhere deep inside of you, hopes he does. You can't get his face out of your head, not when you flirt with other men around the club, not even when you disappear into private rooms with clients. You imagine him as you sway your hips down onto many laps, pretend it's his skin your acrylics are tracing.
He didn't even do much, and he's managed to plague your mind as no one else has before. How annoying is that?
It's nearing the end of your shift, and the hope previously fueling your adrenaline dissipates. You sigh as you stroll towards the host stand, leaning on it. Yunjin glances towards you before shuffling through the papers in front of her.
"Some pretty boy requested you, I think he booked room 4."
As soon as she utters the words "pretty boy", the buzzers in your head ring like crazy. You whip your head around towards the hallway, and you spot him. The gorgeous man with puppy eyes and a stupid tiara on his head, walking into the corridor.
"What a great way to end a shift.."
You mutter before sauntering over to the rooms, following slowly after your "dream man", watching with lidded eyes as he enters room 4. Sure enough, your prayers have been answered. As you approach the door, you can't help the nervousness bubbling in your stomach. You place your hand on the knob and enter, your eyes instantly meeting. You relish the smile that blooms on his face once he spots you as you shut the door with your back, your hands anxiously smoothing down your uniform as you glide towards him.
"Took you long enough."
Your voice lowers, your tone silky as the words leave your lips. He lightly chuckles and spreads his legs further open as you continue to close the distance between the two of you. You stand between his knees, your bare thighs brushing against the ripped denim. Your hands rest on his shoulders. He looks up, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Thought I'd keep you on your toes."
Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer to you by your hips, thumbs brushing against the skin of your sides, causing goose bumps to spread. Your confidence almost falters until you feel his hands shaking against your body, then everything unfolds. You notice the small bead of sweat falling from his forehead, a slight twitch in his lips, and you even pick up on the smallest details, such as how dilated his pupils really are.
"You nervous, birthday boy?"
You catch him off guard, his eyebrows raise, and his grip on your waist loosens. You smirk as you adjust his silver chain, your fingers brushing against his adams apple, causing him to gulp. Then your brain finally wraps around the situation. This must be his first time with a dancer.
Your hands travel to his knees, coaxing him to close the gap between his legs slightly so you can lower yourself onto his lap. He stares at you through his eyelashes, his lips glued together as you smooth down his face and to his chest, caressing him through his shirt.
"Are you always this much of a tease?"
He whispers, his voice thick as honey. You quirk an eyebrow as you begin to move your hips, slowly dancing to the muffled music pounding at the walls. He exhales as you move, hands darting to your arms, his pupils fixated on his lap, mainly the way your hips move against him so naturally.
"No, but you're cute. So, I guess you're special."
That earns you a smile, an expression that causes heat to pool in your stomach, wetness coating the area between your legs as you continue the lap dance. His tongue pokes out of his mouth, letting you do your own thing. You feel his erection against you, perfectly aligned with your clit, unfortunately, it wasn't enough pressure for you to feel anything. You breathe deeply as the music takes over your body, you caress the man up and down, your hands settling on the sides of his neck, one coming up to trail down his jaw line. He stutters under you, trying to keep up with the affection you're overwhelming him with.
"You getting worked up, beautiful?"
The question makes your mind all fuzzy; you don't even notice the color staining your cheeks, and your unusual breath pattern. Without thinking, you look towards the camera, blinking red in the corner of the room. Your attention returns to the panting boy under you, your eyes fixated on his perfectly pink lips. Your fingers hook around the collar of his shirt, and slowly you pull him towards you. You can feel his breath against your face, hot and bothered. The distance between you is small, the gap separating your lips threatening to close. Just as you're about to kiss him, there's a knock on the door, and you instantly know that times up. You retract yourself away from him with a disappointed sigh, and you can tell he's feeling the same, shifting uncomfortably under you as you slide off his lap.
You don't even have the words, your plan getting cut short as you hear another knock getting delivered to the door. You can only offer him a sorry smile as you turn your back towards him, dragging your heels against the floor as you approach the exit. Though a tug on your wrist stops you from leaving. You turn around, your eyebrows furrowing curiously.
"My name is Myung Jaehyun—"
He quickly says, his grip leaving your wrist. For a minute, you stare at him in silence until a smile returns to your face. You fully face your body towards him, and once again, you invade his personal space. Your fingertips drag down his arm, and you drink in how he instantly melts under your touch, leaning into you almost like it's a rediscovered habit.
"Well, Myung Jaehyun. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."
You leave him with those words before leaving the room, and Jaehyun alone with his thoughts. It feels alien returning to the buzzing nightlife outside of private room 4. You brush stray hairs behind your ear as you wrap up your shift, you finish bussing tables and saying your goodbyes to regulars, and finally return to the dressing room behind the stage curtains.
You take your first deep breath of solitude, ignoring the girls buzzing around you, either clocking in to their shift or packing to leave. Your fingers run through your hair, filled with hairspray. You grab your coat and then your bag, and clock out. You expect relief to wash over your body like it usually does, but instead, a feeling of loneliness replaces it. You haven't even begun to process the effect that Jaehyun has on you; needless to say, you've been put under a spell, and you aren't sure how to feel about it.
You flick your sunglasses open as you exit the club, heels clicking against the concrete as you head towards your car. You throw your bag into the passenger seat and climb into the driver's side, starting up your car. You don't wait for your car to warm up; instead, instantly leaving the parking lot. You drive home in silence, your ears desiring the quiet, the music in the club practically blasted your eardrums open.
The ritual is the same.
You pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex, trek through the cold and snow to the entrance, walk up the impossible amount of stairs instead of using the elevator that's one step away from completely shutting down, and enter your small, yet cozy apartment. You hang up your coat and throw your bag somewhere on the ground, along with your sunglasses.
The stillness of your home swallows you whole, an uneasy feeling nicking you in the heart. You think about tonight, the moment that happened not even an hour ago, Jaehyun. The one rule you've had for yourself since you started your job has been broken, to something stupid, love at first sight. You refused to fall in love with any of your clients, but how could you not fall in love with his charm and pretty face? You shake your head and start your shower, discarding your clothes and stepping into the lukewarm water, relishing the warmth against your skin as the water falls on you.
The next few shifts went as so;
The first shift after your first encounter, Jaehyun came to visit. Except this time, he was alone, but still flirtatious as ever. You exchanged words, looks, and tension between you both was as high as ever. Though this time he didn't book another dance with you, it was his turn to tease you, and it worked a little too well. You watched him leave with crossed arms and a frown apparent on your face.
The second shift, he came again, still alone. He actually manned up and asked for your number, to which you "discreetly" slipped to him on a napkin. You fixated on the way a grin grew on his face, and once more, he left without booking another session with you, this time making sure his shoulder brushed against yours as he walked out. He knows the effect he has on you, and it's driving you mad.
The third shift, you already knew he was coming from a previous text exchange, and as always, you made sure you were the one to get his table. He didn't hesitate to comment on how desperate you were, just to rile you up, and why wouldn't it work? You glared daggers at him, your look practically piercing through his soul as he nervously laughed, putting his hands up in defeat.
Yet again, he failed to book a dance with you; this time, he left after whispering a goodbye into your ear, with the deepest voice he could muster. You bit your lip and held yourself back from dragging him back into the club. You watched with bated breath as he exited, his walk a little too confident for your liking.
By the fourth shift, you're absolutely frustrated, and it's very apparent. The way your teeth grit when something minuscule goes wrong, your eyebrows are never not furrowed, and you bite back when people give you shit instead of killing them with kindness. It gets so bad that Yunjin pulls you aside into the bathroom, and you sigh, crossing your arms and refusing to make eye contact with the woman in front of you. She forces you to look at her, cupping your cheeks and turning your head towards her. You expected her to be mad at you, rather her face is contorted with worry.
Your facial expression falters, and the tightness in your face fades away.
"What's the matter with you lately? Is it that boy you keep getting as a client?"
Yunjin questions you, her tone resembling a mom's. Your breath catches in your throat as she hits the nail on its head instantly. She reads you like a book. So much so, that you can't even deny her words. You let out an exhale in defeat and kick your heel against the tile awkwardly.
"I fucked up and fell in love with a man that I probably can never have, and right now he's keeping me at an arms length and— I just don't know what to do."
The girl in front of you pauses, the frown on her face increasing. Right as she's about to speak, your boss barges into the bathroom and throws up her hands. Yunjin groans and pushes past you and the woman in charge, returning to her duties outside.
"What are you doing??"
"Taking my break."
You answer flatly, before moving around her like Yunjin, before speedwalking towards the dressing room. You pause at your bag, your eyes trained on the vodka bottle peaking out under a sweater. You look around the room before reaching for the bottle, quickly hiding it under your large coat. Fuck it, you think, pushing the door that leads to your little spot outside.
And you drink, gulping down the liquid until it physically hurts to swallow anymore. You tear the bottle away from your lips, noticing you drained half the vodka from it. You don't want to think anymore, but of course, it all catches up with you. You reflect on the text messages Jaehyun has been sending you, the flirting, the promises that have yet to be fulfilled. What gets you the most is that he has yet to book another dance with you. Does he not like you in that way anymore? Tears burn your eyes, which you quickly blink away so you don't ruin your makeup.
Then, your thoughts slowly start to blur, and a warm feeling washes over your body. The alcohol is starting to settle into your system, and you're absolutely loving it.
A buzz from your phone pulls your attention away from the bottle in your hand, a text from Yunjin.
— Your boy toy just requested you, he seems pretty drunk tho
Your eyes widen, and suddenly, your shift completely does a 180. You end your break early and push through the door, stumbling towards your bag and hiding the vodka once again. You hang your coat up and almost trip heading towards the private room, not even stopping to see Yunjin and ask which room you need to enter. You already know the lucky number.
And you guess right, you had no doubts. The door creaks open, and you're met with a drunk Jaehyun, swaying side to side. A silly grin plays across your cheeks as you fall into the door, shutting it behind you. What you don't expect him to do is approach you quickly, his hands pawing at your hips, panting like a dog.
"Please, I need you."
His words make you moan, but as much as you want to fold under his touch, you hesitate, holding a hand against his chest.
"You don't even know my name, Jae."
You whisper his name like a prayer, and he pulls you closer to his chest, closing the distance between you both significantly.
"I will by the time this is over."
And just like you've been dreaming about, his lips crash onto yours with fever. The kiss is hungry and desperate, and you're too drunk to process anything going on, but you're addicted to the feeling. Instinctively, your hips buck up towards him, seeking the pleasure you've been waiting so long for.
He breaks off the kiss, gasping for air. You give him no time to catch his breath, your hand wraps around his throat, and you pull him back into your lips, drinking in the broken whimper that fell from his mouth. He presses you into the door, trapping you between his arms, not that you're complaining. Your other hand travels down to his pants, teasingly tugging at his belt loops. He grunts into your mouth and pulls away again, a line of spit connecting between your lips.
"Turn around, please."
Embarassingly enough, you obey his command right away. You flip your body around and arch your back, your ass pressing into his crotch. How can you deny him? When his voice is so high-pitched it's cracking, a stutter messing up his flow of speech. He whines from behind you, and his fingers hook under the waistband of your booty shorts, making sure he also has a hold on the hem of your panties as well. He pulls the material down to your feet.
Your pussy is practically drooling, Jaehyun's lips part at the sight, eyes wide as saucers as he experimentally drags a finger down your slick, earning a moan from you. You bite your lip in anticipation, the sound of his zipper and his pants falling to his feet rings through your ears, it only makes you wetter. You struggle to stay up against the door, the vodka still burning in your system, your nerves on fire from the gorgeous man behind you and the alcohol.
"Jae, put it in already, goddamnit."
You hate sounding this pathetic, but you've reached a point where you don't care anymore. He folds instantly and slaps his cock against the side of your ass, your hips twitch towards the feeling, and your hole starts clenching around air in anticipation. He aligns himself with your entrance, licking his lips in concentration. Slowly, he pushes into you, gripping onto your waist for support as he bottoms out. Your nails scratch the wood door, your cunt pulsing around him already.
He fits inside of you so perfectly, almost like he belongs there. With a soft whimper, he starts pumping in and out of you, knocking the breath from your lungs like it's nothing. That ache you've been feeling for weeks slowly disappears as he picks up his pace, the alcohol making you both more sensitive than usual. Shameless noises fall from your lips, and you press your cheek against the door for some kind of stability, your legs threatening to give out from under you because of the friction happening behind you. His cock hits places you can't hit yourself; it feels too good.
"Shit, so good.. you feel so good, beautiful!"
Jaehyun's voice echoes from behind you, and suddenly, your previous cravings are satisfied. The man you've been yearning for, desperate, moaning, and inside of you. You couldn't ask for anything more. You huff and puff as his hips slap against your butt, his pace fast but uncoordinated.
"Please, say my name, my name is—"
You croak out, tears straining your eyes as you feel your orgasm approaching. Jaehyun throws his head back and pounds into you, you rock into the door, mascara running down your face as he calls your name out, and it sounds like heaven falling from his lips. Your fingers dig into the wood, keeping you stable as you cum around his cock, a cry following it. Jaehyun follows soon after, pulling out of your cunt and painting your back in white.
And for a minute, you both catch your breath. You weakly turn your body around to face the boy behind you, and you pull him closer, your hands traveling up to his face.
"Jae.."
Your voice barely reaches a whisper. Jaehyun leans into your touch, his puppy eyes lidded and droopy from exhaustion. Your eyes trail to the clock on the other side of the room. You still have over 20 minutes left of your session. You pepper kisses down his face and his neck, biting down on his collarbone. His grip tightens on your waist, biting his lip.
"We still have time for another round."
You offer him a sheepish smile before kissing him once again, pushing him towards the love seat in the room.
And finally, your 2 rules don't matter anymore, not when it comes to Jaehyun.
a/n : with the power of frank ocean moe wrote a whole birthday fic for jaehyun LAWWWD PLSSS ENJOY YHIS AND LMK HOW U LIKE IT GUYS 🤍🤍 Woonhak’s bday fic will be coming soon as well trust..
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